The underground beavers slowly walked out of their wooden houses, staring at the burning monster corpses in awe. Some of them approached the charred monsters and started poking them with a stick, they were all dead.
"How in the timber?" One of the beavers turned toward the city skirts and could spot Tempo's burning flame illuminating the darkness with Arad standing beside him.
The people slowly walked toward them, both fearful and anticipating. Their chieftain has asked the surface beavers to call for help, are two strangers the help they awaited for days?
Flatail looked back and saw the beavers approaching them. He wiped the tears and snot out of his face and jumped down from Arad's back. "My people, help has arrived. With me, Flatail here, no harm shall befall you." He lifted his tiny arms and stood with his chest puffed forward. "I'm here!"
One of the beavers looked at him. "It was those two who took down the monsters, not you."
