Gromhir continued to listen to the beetle weighing up his options. Ahead of him lay a dark city that the beetle had warned him not to approach. Although Gromhir failed to see how such a place could be harmful to him, the beetle would not warn him if he did not need to. Nature had guided him to this place. Nature had guided him to the beetle. Nature’s path was never straight, Gromhir knew this. If he had come across this beetle then it was important.
“If your master is as wise as you say, then I will speak with him,” Gromhir said after a few moments silence. He turned his blue eyes back away from the city to the land beyond the beach they stood on. “How do I get to your master? I can carry you if it would make it easier.” Gromhir turned his silver haired head towards the creature he held once more.