Denver was sitting on the wet moss, reading a book. His master wouldn't approve of this. Who would read while on guard duty at the city walls? But what could have happened to him here?

The wind brushed and tickled Denver. The sun shining through the dense treetops provided him with light and warmth.

But suddenly Denver heard a rustling noise. He looked up, turned around, and suddenly Prince Perria fell from the tree.

Denver walked up to him and grabbed him tightly by the hair, lifting his head.

"What are you doing here, you lousy bloodsucker?"