Iskall was laughing at the amount of chickens that were at his sand village. It was causing a huge amount of lag but he didn't care right now, the scene was too hilarious to him.

He chuckled before taking of his sword to kill the chickens. After slaughtering nearly all the chickens, he felt something tugging on his pants. He looked down and saw a chick with a envelope in its beck. He kneeled down and took the envelope from the chick.

"Is it for me?", Iskall asked jokingly, knowing the chick probably doesn't understand him. To his surprise, the chick nodded, chucked at bit and walked away. He blinked in shock while he watched the chick walked away.

He shook his head and opened up the envelope. Inside lay a letter, with a very similar writing style. After reading though the letter, he turned on his robotic eye to find the coordinates Grian sent him.

—<Location Unknown>—

Grian sat at the table, fumbling with a random chicken mask he owned. He felt really nervous, he knew Iskall would've seen that chicken mess he made. But he was starting to really regret sending Annabelle there.

Annabelle was literally the last thing he had that has a connection he has to— He heard a chuck from his left side. He looked down and saw Annabelle there. He smiled and let the chick onto this palm.

"How did it went, Belle?", Grian asked the chick with his soft smile. "He got the envelope!", Belle chucked excitingly. Grian smiled at Belle's excitement. "I think he's coming now actually!", Belle chucked while jumping.

"Thank you, Belle," Grian replied, he let Belle sit on his shoulder. He walked towards where the entrance was, he broke down the wall. Grian heard some footsteps coming down the hallway.

Grian turned his head towards where the footsteps were coming from. "So, why did you want to see me, dude?", Iskall asked, curiosity clear in his voice.

"Well...", Grian smiled and stepped aside to let Iskall in the room. "Step in and I'll show you," Grian answered cryptically. Iskall cocked a brow at Grian when he noticed the gravel wall. However, he didn't question it as he took a sit in one of the two chairs. Grian sat in the chair that was across Iskall's, he turned towards the man with a smile.

"I got a business deal of the century for you!"

Yeah, I know this is short. Shut up.