Board Thread:Fanmade/@comment-26912075-20180924190439/@comment-32974074-20181121190542

"Already!?" J.W. shouts shocked, quickly drinking the soup from his pot. Due to the fire not being lit for long, the soup has only reached a state of warm room temperature. J.W. makes a bitter facial expression because the soup wasn't really warm at all. He cleans the pot and puts him in the bag of him.

J.W. whistles and Los begins to walk forward. J.W. pursues Los and jumps on him with his foot hooked in the saddle.

"Quick Adlartok, we gotta move now. Some of zhe racers have already gotten in front of us and they all headed into zhis forest. It must be a shortcut! Let's go!"