Lebu was so stunned that he didn't even know how to react.
All the grace, poise, and manners that he had learned over the course of his life were immediately thrown out of the window.
He stared at Nilrem's figure in a daze.
The old man was half covered in shadows and half illuminated under the glow of the hanging lamp. And yet, his face couldn't be seen at all. Just the outline of his figure and the gleaming mysteries in his pale blue eyes.
Lebu's mouth turned dry, and he kept swallowing, trying to chase the discomfort away.
Nilrem waved a hand, and a waterskin appeared on the table. He gestured to the ginger-haired man to satiate his thirst.
But Lebu was seemingly oblivious to everything around him except the mysterious old man standing before him.
"Just…" he finally managed to muster out a word. "Who are you people?"
"We are an ancient secret organization older than the Brotherhood," Nilrem began in a dignified voice. "We are older than even the Doom of Feypore."
