Mohamet stopped laughing when he saw Archer staring at him as if he were an idiot. 'This boy is strange,' he thought. 'He can butcher people but still act like this.'
Shaking his head, Mohamet gave Archer the reason for his laughter. "Well, it was the way you reacted like a scared rabbit. But I mean you no harm, Archer."
He said, stepping closer to the boy and allowing him to see his face more clearly. "You're the White Dragon from the legends my wife has told me about," he exclaimed. "I want to help you. I want to be a part of your story."
A smile spread across Mohamet's face as if he was recalling a fond memory. He spoke again, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "I wish for my son and daughter to live a free and happy life, and for some reason, I feel that you can help me achieve that wish."
Staring at the man in surprise before finally speaking. "Okay, I accept your offer."
