Tunde had drained a significant portion of the sparkling water till its very depths could be seen, watching as the elder plucked one of the blue plants that grew on the walls of the cave.
“The ones at the entrance are a bit weaker than these, go cut some of them, they’re fed weaker doses of the water,” he said.
Tunde had carefully swum to the entrance, aware that Zehra and her retinue would no doubt be searching for them. Plucking the faintly glowing plants gently, he hastily made his way deeper into the cave and back to the side of the elder who seemed to be expertly removing the plants along with some of the soil and transferring them into his void ring.
“You want to plant them somewhere else?” he asked.
The elder nodded carefully.
“Believe it or not, our time leeching off clan Verdan is coming to an end” he replied.
“The moment I ascend to the rank of a lord, I am more or less a threat to them” Joran continued.
He turned to Tunde, pointing the small knife at him.