Lo’ak and his family arrived Awa’atlu about three days ago, and him and his siblings were already making waves.

Lo’ak, had gotten into a fight with your brother Aonung and his friend Roxto, and all involved ended up with wounds.

You were currently cleaning up Lo’ak before he faced his father, as you felt guilty for your brothers actions.

“You know, I wonder how a great warrior like Toruk Makto will punish his dumb children after getting in a petty fight.” You smile as you put disinfectant in his collarbone wound.

“I’m already the disappointment, nothing I haven’t heard before.” Lo’ak mumbles and looked at you while you touched his chest.