Pathetic Druids

"They live deep within the forest," Arthur muttered as he and Gala walked on the trail, looking for the druids. "I hope they aren't human-discriminating druids like the ones back in Alva."

"Are you afraid that you would be sold again as a slave?"

"I only have two arms, after all." Arthur shrugged his shoulders. "I can handle losing one, but losing both of them will be troublesome."

"Why did you lose it, to begin with? I saw that Larza had your arm. Did you misbehave?"

"Ah, she thought I was running away."

"You weren't?" Gala asked as she lowered her head beneath a branch. "With your personality, I expected you would run away as soon as you can."

"I would have run away if I had the power, but no. I was simply trying to meet a Seika." Arthur said as he pondered. "I forgot to ask King Solomon about that guy."

"I think you mean the Seika of Light. They mentioned him a lot in the palace. The most handsome man in Alka! Or so they said."