They presented themselves from afar, so he could see that they weren't trying to sneak up on him. Approaching carefully, walking slower and slower, they stopped some ten feet away and at the sign of the guide, removed their hats and beanies.
He just watched them in silence. Nothing could be read from his face other than he is aware of their presence. With slow deliberate moves he put aside smoking bowl of kohlrabi soup.
"Master", said the guide almost whispering. "We are in need of your help."
The guide resembled an ant. Mostly because of his round head and big crooked teeth in his tiny jaw. He was balding, though he wasn't yet in the graying age. Behind him two peons were seated, big from hard work and rounded from hearty food. Their skin was ruddy, making their thin blonde hair stand out more.
Though they didn't even explain what help do they need, master knew what they want. It was always the same. But this time he was not able to oblige.
"I can't help you", the master declared. "I've lost my sadness..."
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