Me- you wanted to speak to me
Ffamran-wow, you found one that fit? *nods towards my judge uniform*
Me- not exactly
I look back.
I walked into the room five doors away from the emperor’s chamber on the right. There was a chest in the middle of the room. I opened it to find some high judge uniforms. I lifted each up one by one, each of them touching the ground as I raised them as high as I could. Each of them were too big.
“Looks like I’m gonna have to make one myself” I said to myself.
I searched my inventory for my sledgehammer; I found it and took it out. I took one of the uniforms and started hammering away.
Me- lets say I had to make one myself
Me- so what do you want of me?
Ffamran- I need to get away
Me- from what?
Ffamran- here. My father where else.
Ffamran- I didn’t want to become a judge, my father made me one on his search for power. He’s mad, mad on the power of magicite
Me- mad? In what way?
Ffamran- he speaks to a Venat when there is no one there
I had heard that name before, that evil name.
Ffamran- yes. He’s gone mad on that magicite. I have to get away
Me- and how can I help?
Ffamran- I don’t know *looks to the ground* but you’re a three year old judge, I know you’ll think of something.
Ffamran- I know what you’re thinking. Why would you have to help me?
Me- no. I’ll help
Ffamran- you will?
Me- can you wait?
Ffamran- I suppose seeing as long as I get away I don’t mind how long I have to wait
Me- good. I’ll think of something. I promise