The old man took another leisurely sip from his glass while we continued staring at him.
For someone who apparently lived at the center of a settlement hidden inside a dead tree buried beneath the Soul Sea, he looked remarkably unconcerned with life.
Or anything else.
His feet dangled freely over the edge of the cloud while the endless sea of white stretched beneath him. A bottle rested beside him and judging by the amount remaining inside, he had been enjoying his afternoon for quite some time.
"You know," he said while examining the amber liquid inside his glass, "most visitors start asking questions immediately. It is actually quite refreshing that all of you spent several minutes silently judging me first."
"We were judging the temples," Silver corrected.
The old man nodded.
"Of course."
"The worlds too," Ragnar added.
"Reasonable."
"The stairs."
"Fair."
"The whole place."
The old man sighed.
"People are so critical these days."
Aurora folded her arms.
