Orstig woke up startled by the sound of the marching army getting ready for the battle, and he rushed out of the tent in panic, awfully aware that he was late. His disheveled person running directly into the masked Yahurian´s chest as he stepped out, and almost pissed on his pants in the process.
The Commander gave him a brief look before placing the bundle into his arms, the blue-haired child still sound asleep inside it.
-Don't forget to feed him – He ordered him in his mother tongue, nodding at Orstig with a serious look in his eyes – Keep him warm, and keep him safe, or you will face my wrath.
The masked warrior turned around and walked away as the Argantean felt an involuntary shiver run down his spine at his words. He certainly didn't want to find out what would happen if he ever
