"Look! Another sparrow just flew by. Wish there were as many birds yesterday," Igor sighed, reminded of their hunting expedition the previous day. He had spent considerable effort building a cage, but the carefully set trap hadn't attracted even a single bird. Instead, it had attracted Kadi—that monster.
And now, these birds flew over his head, one after another, a cruel mockery of his poor hunting skills. For Igor, this insult was even more demeaning than ridicule.
Igor wished he had skills like Stan. He didn't aspire to hunt flames as Stan did; just being able to hunt these birds would be enough for him.
At least, if he learned this skill, he wouldn't have to worry about going hungry during their journey up the mountain.
