“Master has sent me to inform you that a stalk of Grus Divina has sprouted on the mountains nearby. Prepare extra hands. Tomorrow you shall accompany me to the mountains to harvest it,” said the man dressed in a robe.
“There's Grus Divina nearby?” Brutus exclaimed. “That's a mystical herb. How can it grow on these mountains? Are you certain there's no mistake?”
“What did you say?” The man in a robe widened his eyes.
“I simply spoke in haste. I do not doubt Master in the slightest, but gathering extra help on such short notice is a challenge.”
Brutus found himself trapped between a rock and a hard place.
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