The beavers guided Arad and Tempo to a guest room, where they could barely fit inside. Arad was especially big so he ended up shifting into a jacked beaver, even his tail had muscles, and for the time being Tempo sat in the corner hunched forward. "Are you fine sitting like that?"
"I'm fine, doing stretches is important while shape-shifting." Tempo smiled, he wasn't bothered at all.
Flatail walked inside, "The chieftain is asleep, and he probably won't wake up anytime soon." He approached Arad and stared at him for a few seconds, inspecting him. "That's one mighty beaver, as thick as an oak."
"What will happen now?"
"I'll be your guide downward. This village is but the gate; we live here and maintain contact with the outside world for the lower beavers. There is a whole kingdom of us in the lower caves; they watch the horror's seal."
"He called me the nuclear chaos; do you know what that is?"
Most people who heard that Arad trashed the second layer of hell refused to believe that fact.