In the familiar camp, Yano's right hand was itchy, making him restless.
Suddenly, he felt a prying gaze from the swamp. It was the little crocodile from before, floating in the water and peeking at him.
The man and the crocodile stared at each other, big eyes meeting small, before both looked away in fear.
It seemed both sides had misunderstood something.
When Chen Yu came sliding down the Slime tunnel with a SHWOOP, Yano scrambled to his feet to welcome his small boss, placing the pottery jar and coarse paper he was carrying onto the stone table.
"Boss, Miss Sergash asked me to bring these to you. I heard from the Lizardmen in the tribe that she and that brave Lizardman lady headed for the snow mountains before the storm arrived."
Chen Yu bounced over, broke down one of the small Slimes working outside, and secreted a new one that jumped into Yano's arms to act as a communication medium.
'A letter from Sergash?'
