The hurried footsteps stomping on the gravel outside Tenzin´s small tent made his eyes snap open and a chill run down his spine.
Having been seated for hours in the same uncomfortable position, the monk’s legs had gone beyond numb when Pithan and Najanka abruptly irrupted in the crammed space, yet he dared not to move a single muscle as they both took their seats before him, heavily plopping on the large cushions scattered over the ground and staring at him with fuming eyes.
-Tell me, Oracle… Have you lost your visionary touch? – The sultry Najanka spoke first, leaning forward in a suggestive posture that let her bouncy breasts spill from within the leather garment barely containing them – Because this resembles nothing to the glories you promised us back at home that night.
Tenzin invo
