Chapter 47. Threats and Assurances

It was evidently thrashed since, obviously, Eron was never this messy. The camp looked like someone violently went through The Charmer’s tent and belongings with a fine-toothed comb to look for something of value, or maybe a large wild animal was just passing through and decided to destroy everything that wasn’t related to the forest.

But the worst scene the lumberyard owner saw was the beautiful motorcycle that he didn’t know Eron had. It was completely destroyed, dismantled and was half-buried among the other debris.

Near the scattered motorcycle parts, under one of the tent flaps, Jack saw something very familiar, and couldn’t believe what his eyes were showing him. He took a closer look…

“Is it possible that you went that far, boy?” the foreman asked himself, as he looked down at the small, hand-held hatchet which he perfectly recognized. He personally requested this custom-made tool to be made in bulk, since it’s supposed to be an appreciation gift to all lumb