บท 446: A Price To Pay

Sitting in the center on his purple cushion, Rohan was busy inscribing something on a horizontal parchment, using some sort of thin, black stick for ink. 

"Warchief Rohan," Momo called out lowly. 

The small macaque looked up, his eyes widening a bit as he saw the young man standing beside the orangutan elder, "Ah, Ren! You're finally awake!" 

"Yeah, I guess so," he replied with a bit of confusion, not knowing what it was that Rohan wanted from him. 

Well, I do have some sort of idea. It probably has to do with the champion of the Stormfallen he mentioned before, he thought. 

Taking a seat across from Rohan, they were the only two left in the chamber as Momo resumed his duties with distributing rations to the villagers. 

"How're you feeling, Ren?" Rohan asked, nibbling on a straw of wheat.