“We blow the horns to let the village know if there are intruders. We have different pitches and tones to communicate different things. But we have to fix the barrier as soon as possible because you never know when anyone will just come walking up. But I still can’t be sure I can trust you,” the kid pulls a round metal container from a pouch on his belt then pops the top open taking a drink.
“If I had any interest in killing you, you would be dead already. But I do not have any such intentions to do any harm to anyone,” Zee smiles confidently.
“Oh yeah? I would like to see you try and hit me from way down there,” the boy laughs at him until he feels a tap on his forehead and he looks up to see Zee hovering right in front of him. He flinches falling backwards as Zee reaches the peak of
