-Arvhid? What´s wrong with you man? – The sudden voice calling him from behind made the young Argantean man straighten up and shake his head to clear his thoughts a bit before composing a big smile and turning around.
-It's nothing, Chief – He jovially responded, reaching for the large crate filled with crops lying at his feet and picking it up – I just spaced out for a moment I guess.
-What's with the formality, uh? – The blond man chuckled, patting his arm – Just call me Yórug, it's fine!
-Hum… I'd rather not to – Arvhid somberly stated – See, everyone else calls you Chief around here, and I don't want to get in trouble, so I'm sticking to call you that.
-Hey… But who would you get in trouble with? – The golden-haired farmer confusedly asked, frowning a little.
Yet the worker had
