The bull beastman kept walking through the myriad of colorful tents, his destination just right ahead of him.
The red tent that was situated by the row of the other colorful tents stood out, along with the red flag adorned with black swirling symbol that stood on the roof of the tent.
From Brunelle's spot, he was quick to notice that someone had walked out.
"Woah, Sir Brunelle!" Fontoriex, the beastman Brunelle was looking for, had perked one once he spotted the bull beastman walking towards him. "Good morning! How was your morning jog?".
Brunelle didn't answer right away and instead, he grabbed the beastman's collar before dragging him back inside the tent.
"Ack!" Fontoriex hissed, stumbling backward by the force of Brunelle's pull. "Can you please relax a little? You're choking me here! Release my collar, or else!"
At the plea, Brunelle had decided to let go of the beastman's collar.
