"There will be no need for such actions, golden mortal," An earthly voice echoed from behind him. It had come from within the meteor. "I mean no harm to Orobo or its people. Tis' a relic of my own will to cultivate. I, Orobo, claim responsibility for your land," The voice assured Jenso and everyone around with a booming elderly voice. It was like an old man was trapped inside of the meteor! Or a god. Or something...

	"I have been watching you, golden mortal. I admire your spirit, and acknowledge your strength. You have my thanks, for eliminating a threat to my beloved village."