"Motherf*cker! Where is my luggage?!" As soon as Urmas opened his mouth, not-so-pleasant words were thrown at Ash's face. Then he gently released the black bird high into the sky and jumped down from the tree with his favourite small axe in his hand.
"Well, that's quite a harsh accusation," Ash countered with a playful smile, and moved his eyes away from the black bird—the culprit who ruined his perfect plan. "Even if your mother is very beautiful, I don't think I would try my luck with her. For someone who has a son like you—it's best to maintain a healthy distance from her. By the way, would you believe me if I said your luggage wasn't here when I arrived?" He smoothly drew his dagger, a mischievous glint in his eye.