Masim smiled wickedly “And that is because of the mission! The Yervaan palace is surrounded by the marshy jungles! It is a short distance away from the Daikalin city. However, you will go there under a false identity and name…the new story of you is that of a naturalist…a disgruntled Llehstanzite…having left his motherland to study the enigmatic jungles of Daikalin region…and that, is just the beginning. You colonel can now adorn it however much you like” he said waving his fingers in the air as though he could not care about such details.

“You will appear within reach to the Yervaans and the society of Daikalin, a curious anthropologist in mind and in living philosophy! A very friendly Llehstanzite, not a colonizer! Someone who blends in with the natives…assimilate! You are yourself a rebel in exile…someone who wishes to immerse in their culture and welcomes the opportunity to prove that he is not like his colonial brothers! A peace-loving man who wants to find a middle ground. Become someone else…someone who is approachable and personable! That will make you interesting to the Southern Hastanas, and if you do it well and flaunt yourself timely… eventually to the thugs. But you must enter the jungles around the Yervaan palace and find a way to learn what lies in there and how these brutes manage to hide inside!” Tropart said in a sinister tone.