Somewhere miles from Kuikan, high up on a mountain as thunder roars, lightning flashes, the wind blows, and rain pours...
Young(er) Na’har, Cotan, Harsuk, and Karnakh: *clinging to the side of the mountain*
Young(er) Harsuk: I'm tired of this, Ajab-Thwa!
Ajab-Thwa, at the top: THAT’S TOO DAMN BAD!!! You keep climbing!
Young(er) Harsuk: Well, excuuuuuse me!









