The night continued to pass, and the Red Mankey general waited in the Sacred Tree for the news of his soldiers' success.
Even from up above, he hadn't seen any signs of the human camp moving about. This was good. This meant that the Red Mankeys hadn't been found yet, and that they were continuing their pillaging.
However, as the evening continued to pass, nothing was still happening.
"Red Mankey scout. Report."
A Red Mankey with makeshift goggles on top of his head appeared upside down next to the general. "We haven't been able to make contact with the inner group, general."
The general tapped his foot anxiously on the ground. "Then go inside and see what's happening. Something is unnerving me."
The Red Mankey scout scratched his head. "That's the thing, general. We've already sent two scouts, and they also haven't returned."
Once he heard that, the Red Mankey general turned to his scout. "What?! Why haven't you told this to me sooner?"
