Mung Daal looked up from his cloffee as his apprentice entered the kitchen, the ground shaking with each step he took. The sight of him made Mung nervous. It wasn't that he was openly aggressive or even ill-natured, he had in fact always been rather charismatic. It was his appearance that shook Mung to the very core; he still had trouble comprehending that this massive, burly creature had once been the round, cuddly little apprentice that took refuge behind him and Shnitzel when frightened. That had not happened for a long time, and, with a pang of regret, Mung realized nor would it ever happen again. He had grown fond of the little creature