'Don't provoke him! He's as strong as Ignatius.'
Misha's face palled at the mention of the accursed bastard as his gurgles echoed before he continued.
'He wants to help us find our parents or get to the village. Shake your head when I make those annoying noises.'
Misha nodded as his face darkened.
He didn't know the man's intentions. After all, it seemed off to him that he found them in the middle of the valley.
Meanwhile, Misha shook her head, her blond hair fluttering like shiny silk under the sun, to answer the man.
"Your parents aren't around? Do you want me to take you to the village, then?"
"Gah!"
The man frowned as Misha shook her head again. "Didn't you lose yourselves in the mountains? Were you trying to escape something, perhaps?"
"Gah!"
Misha shook her head for the third time, yet her eyes trembled, and her fists clenched as the man ignored her to turn towards Adam.
