Berger waved his hand, and a cushion appeared on the ground.
His figure slowly descended, and soon, he sat cross-legged on the cushion. He continued to smoke from the wooden pipe.
"Sit," he said gently.
"Y-Yes, sir!" Lebu quickly knelt on the ground, hands resting on his knees.
He stole a glance at the old gnome. He was bald, with a thick yet neatly trimmed beard, just as the stories described. A century ago, the man had been a legend within the Brotherhood, his exploits spoken of to every new recruit, Lebu included.
But to be in the same room as the legend, granted a personal audience with him. It was a surreal feeling, to say the least.
While the gnome seemed to be in deep thought, Lebu couldn't help but cast secretive glances into the darkness beyond.
They say a black wolf always accompanied the Ghost of Twilight, he thought.
