[Azmuth closes the journal and starts heading towards Zelda's treehouse. He wraps his arms around himself, shivering in the late autumn air. Galvan Prime never gets this cold!]
[When he arrives at her door, he knocks as loudly as he can. He knows his small size makes certain noises much quieter.]
Sorry for the delay!
[Azmuth closes the journal and starts heading towards Zelda's treehouse. He wraps his arms around himself, shivering in the late autumn air. Galvan Prime never gets this cold!]
[When he arrives at her door, he knocks as loudly as he can. He knows his small size makes certain noises much quieter.]