Renn sat there like a silent iron mountain.
Intricate Runes were tattooed across his bare scalp, while the lower half of his face was completely encased in a cold, metal prosthesis, betraying no expression.
He was clearly uninterested in the surrounding social scene and had gained nothing at the trade fair. He impatiently tapped a finger on the tabletop. The heavy, deliberate rhythm made the water glass in front of him tremble with each tap.
Allen moved through the crowd and sat down in the empty seat opposite him.
Renn looked up, his eyes glinting with scrutiny as his gaze lingered for a moment on Allen's young face.
"Mr. Renn," Allen said calmly, getting straight to the point. "I'm interested in the Composite Magic Power scanning technology you have listed."
Renn's tapping finger stilled. He looked Allen up and down.
"A First-level Wizard I don't recognize."
