At dawn, the Great Shark left the Port of Agora, leaving behind the chaos, poverty, and sorrow of Kalare.
"Sixth Master, lift your arm," Marion said.
Adrian Desmond had suffered some minor injuries, with a cut on his arm about five or six centimeters long. Fortunately, the wound wasn't deep and didn't require stitches, so Marion treated the wound.
In the summer, a little past five, the sun in Southeast Agaia was already high in the sky.
"All done." Marion finished bandaging Adrian's wound. "Sixth Master, be careful not to get the wound wet for the next couple of days!"
"Hmm."
Marion cleared away the bloodstained gauze, picked up the medical kit, and said to Adrian, "Sixth Master, I'll be going now. You should get some more sleep."
"Hmm."
Marion left Adrian's room with the medical kit. As he passed Sabrina Conner's room, he heard a string of curses coming from inside.
Curious, he stopped, eager to find out what Sabrina was up to this time.
Knock knock...
"Come in!"
