[center][h1]Chapter 5[/h1]
[sub]The Last Gaian[/sub][/center]

	Lark invited Jenso into his little house and closed the door behind him, clapping dust off his hands with a sad expression. But once he looked up, he smiled and narrowed his eyes happily, rushing over to the table in the center of his small hut. The room was about as large as Bill's dining room, but with a low hanging ceiling, vines growing everywhere, and no furniture except for a bed, a table, and a few chairs, along with several torches lining the walls with stone surrounding them so that they wouldn't burn down his little house. The only wood was the wall that blocked his home off from the rest of the jungle.

	"Pij tells me you walked right into Zentai all on your own, kiddo! That takes some serious guts, especially during Perfume Spider season," Lark started, inviting Jenso to take a seat as he did so himself, "Mind tellin' me why?"