Fisher nodded, discovering a rock inside the cave on which water droplets were dripping. Beneath the rock, a pool of clear water shimmered with faint light, vaguely reflecting his approximate likeness.
It was good enough.
Fisher raised the knife, preparing to trim his long hair and stubble, but only at this moment did he notice a strange line of words engraved on the handle in the Nali Language.
He lowered his head to look, and saw it read,
"Bread"
Seeing this word, Fisher couldn't help but chuckle silently, yet still lifted the knife to start grooming his appearance.
"Click..."
"Click..."
"Click..."
His movements were gentle and slow, and his thoughts gradually became calm during this process. Everything around him turned extremely quiet, even Emhardt, bored and starting to yawn, flying aimlessly and complaining about what was meant by "Rafael," the Dragon-man Species, couldn't be heard anymore.
