Why always, Hava?

The forest near Curt. Curt.

"What are your intentions going to Curt?"

Hava stood before the lot, trying to pick each person in his rude gaze, probably to be sure of who and who not was at awe of his personality or his aura. If he did have such which is disturbing.

The hundreds of people stood before the mouth of the cave, and covered the earth past that tree, to the breadth of the crawling creepers. Twas hard to count the numbers of people. He didn't make an attempt.

Behind him two steps backwards were the Professor and his lady, Hulu and Mila. Kira was in the cave sleeping. The ape had wandered off again. The lot could exhibit as many nuances as expected.

"What does it matter to you, old man?"