The Walking Threads
A muffled voice came from behind Hao Xuan taking him by surprise. Meanwhile a translated sentence instantly appeared at the bottom of his vision.
"Looks nice, doesn't it? I was quite shocked the first time I saw it," the words read.
Hao Xuan read them before turning slowly towards the source of the voice, his mind already connecting them to a wide face with a beard, bushy brows, and 2-3 inch long hairs that were standing straight up.
His gaze landed on the Barbarian's face that was just half a meter away from his. He was bent down, squatting down to Hao Xuan's eye level with a slightly eager/anxious expression.
'Burak,' Hao Xuan mumbled inwardly with a somber tone. Somehow after running for two hours straight he had still ended up walking directly up to the Barbarians.