"Your Excellency Blood Wolf." Old Majiya instinctively corrected the timber merchant: "It's not as you said."
Mikhail suddenly perked up: "Brother... you... you've met Blood Wolf."
Old Majiya nodded slowly.
"What... what's he like?" Mikhail hurriedly asked: "Is he fair? Is he kind? Is he as cruel as they say?"
As he kept asking, the timber merchant started to sound tearful: "Does he... does he kidnap people..."
Old Majiya thought for a long time, unable to find a suitable word to describe Blood Wolf. Although it was only a brief meeting, the impression that young leader left on Old Majiya couldn't be captured by a single word or sentence, and Old Majiya was unsure how to convey this to Mikhail.
After pondering for a while, Old Majiya solemnly spoke: "I will go."
Mikhail howled for a while longer before realizing what Old Majiya had said. Instantly, all his tears and snot were held back: "What did you say?"
