"Ji Nuan, have you finished packing everything?" Ge Xing's voice was as loud as always. Ji Nuan raised his head from the pile of items, his hair standing up in a silly little tuft.
"Done, done!" He said, as he arranged the packed items on the back of a tall Silver Wolf Orc next to him.
Orcs are great, you know. Carrying people, carrying luggage. A-ooh!
Humming a discordant tune, Ji Nuan was in a cheerful mood.
"Cat the Great! Who is Cat the Great?" Suddenly, a commotion came from outside the residence. Ji Nuan paused his work and looked over.
The Orcs of the Tumang Tribe were frantically carrying a pale-faced Ya Li to the entrance of the residence, loudly shouting for Cat the Great.
"What's going on?!" Cat the Great was somewhat bewildered as he was pulled out by his tribe members. He hadn't even finished packing his things yet.
"Are you Cat the Great?" A burly Tumang Tribe orc strode up menacingly, grabbing Cat the Great's arm.
