The night passed in a blink of an eye, with Kizeler listening to the villager's stories. All of the people went to sleep with joy painted on their faces. They were really glad about the two men's arrival, even though the other one didn't give them even a single glance.
Kizeler woke up from his sleep the next day; the sun was already up above the moment he walked out of the nipa hut. The villager's smiles while doing their everyday lives were the first greeting he received.
"Good morning, how's your sleep?" A bearded man asked.
He was chopping some wood with a large steel axe. Kizeler couldn't help but stare at the man's strong biceps.
'How I wish I had that kind of build,' he thought, making a short sigh before returning the greeting.
"Good morning," he said with a smile, then looked around.
"Ahmmn, have you seen my companion?" He asked, as he couldn't see even a single strand of silver hair.
