465 Samobian (8)

With a frozen mind and tongue, Tymir walked inside the store. It was a long room with ventilation near the ceiling. And Tymir… he recoiled. There was not a single sack of grain inside the vast room. The place was empty as if there wasn't anything over there, ever. His knees wobbled and he staggered as he took another step. His face became pale like that of a ghost. "Wh— where—" his mind was so swollen at this sudden change of event that he couldn't complete his sentence. He looked at Arnik who was glowering at him.

Arnik crossed his hands across his chest and said in an angry voice, "Was this supposed to be a joke? You have wasted my time. You have spoken a lie to the king. Not only that you have made the queen look like an idiot in front of your solution. So what is it that you are playing at, Tymir?"