"You two brats, stop calling me 'Little Kera.' My name is Christo, Christo." Hearing the familiar banter, the old goblin Christo, who had been napping in a lounger, jumped up, wheeling his fists and shouting loudly. But after only a few shouts, he suddenly clung to the armrest of the chair, panting heavily. His formerly straight back began to bend, and a trickle of sweat appeared on his forehead, a sign of his weakness. After a bout of panting, Christo managed to steady his breath. He groped around the chair for a moment before leaning on a cane for support. With a shaky turn of his head, he spoke crossly, "Damn it, Kyle, I can hear you. You never used to pull such bastard stunts."
"You looked so fit when I saw you at the auction a few months ago." Pannis stared at Christo's hunched back and slow movements, feeling a complicated emotion stirring within him. Sighing, he moved to support his friend, asking, "How come you became like this in just the matter of months?"
