"That aside, I need to take care of many things in this camp."
Henri hammered his fist on the table and roared, his eyes wide open. "Why? Why?" He was far from understanding his situation. The tale he carefully listened was becoming harder and harder to decipher.
"Who am I in your tale? The snake? Am I even supposed to be represented in it?" He asked, scratching his upper legs frantically, he was obviously stressed.
"You are but a pebble I came across for now. You've got to make a name for yourself if you want it to be part of the story, else I may cut your life short with a flick of my wrist, entrusting my claws deep into your throat." Oswald replied, caressing the base of his neck with the back of his hand. His wide-opened eyes and towering height even from a sitting position empathized with the fact he was looking down at the kid.
