CALEN’S POV:
“Welcome Zackary, Tim.” I offered Zackary a handshake the same moment they stood in front of me, Zackary with his typical smirk on his face. “Hey Calen, I am glad to be finally here. The trip was unending.” He complained. “I could imagine. You used your plane or you traveled just by car?” I asked him.
“Sure, my plane, but still the closest airport is four hours by car from here.” He complained and I had to laugh. I had the same problem several months ago when I came here for the first time. The pain of traveling to a place over two thousand kilometers away, I guess.
“Well, feel free to refresh yourself in the social area, and shortly I would send someone to take you to your rooms,” I informed them. I let them drive to the pack house so right now we were standing at the porc
