The short, round, rough-looking man stopped before the pair gawking at him, though for completely different reasons.
Alexander looked stunned because he couldn't believe Cecil had actually lied to them. Meanwhile, Elion was staring because the old man's appearance was eye-catching, to say the least.
Solron clicked his tongue loudly.
"Bunch of brats," he grumbled. "Won't even give an old bag of bones some proper respect. Just standing there gawking like idiots."
Alexander awkwardly rubbed the back of his head.
"Our fault, Uncle Solron."
Then he smiled lightly.
"I haven't seen you in so long."
He paused before adding.
"And why do you keep calling yourself old? You're younger than my father. You don't look old at all."
"Bah!"
Solron immediately waved him off irritably.
"Don't compare me to that old monster. That bastard will outlive my poor bones by centuries."
His expression shifted slightly.
"Now come here and give this old man a proper greeting."
