The midday sun beat down relentlessly upon the sprawling encampment of the Farus family, casting long shadows that stretched across the sandy ground. Amidst the hustle and bustle of soldiers and tents, a lone figure moved purposefully towards the entrance, his steps measured and confident.
As Das approached the entrance, which is guarded by two lines of fighters from one end to the other,, he is met with the stern gaze of an administrator, flanked by a formidable contingent of two hundred fighters. With large amounts of paperwork, the administrator sat before a heavy table.
"Halt!" the administrator's voice rang out, cutting through the clamor of the camp. "State your details here and also show me the contents of that wooden box." The administrator spoke while stamping some papers. As Das stood silent, the administrator lifted his head and stared at Das.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!