Sevir sighed, recognizing the man's presence without needing to turn around and look at him.
Zach squinted as he looked at the man for a couple of seconds before frowning. It was an awfully familiar presence. The question was what he was doing here.
After only a couple of seconds, Karsas landed right in front of Zach, kicking up a mushroom cloud of sand. He grabbed Zach's shoulders with a wide grin and was about to say something when he noticed something and his grin turned upside down.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked, equal parts curious and confused.
"I overexerted myself a little. That's all," Zach answered, shrugging out of Karsas' grip.
Karsas' eyes narrowed.
"This is not what overexertion looks like."
Beads of sweat pushed out of the pores on Zach's forehead.
"It does now," He said sternly, giving Karsas a firm look. Karsas red eyes met Zach's gaze, but Zach continued before Karsas could say anything.
"What brings you here anyway?"
