Heragor quickly noticed Gawain's gaze, but his good manners kept the Dragon Priest's face from showing any displeasure. He merely stepped slightly aside and asked with a hint of curiosity, "What is it? Is there something inappropriate about me?"
Gawain quickly regained his composure from his shock, forcibly suppressing the amazement and continuous speculations in his heart, and just slightly smiled apologetically, "Sorry, you might resemble someone I once knew—but I must have mistaken you for them."
"Really?" Heragor nodded, "With so many people in the world, it is understandable that similar faces might appear, even on the continents of Talronde and Loren. If possible, I would love to meet the person who resembles me."
As he spoke, the Dragon Priest gestured an invitation and turned to lead the way. Gawain followed him while casually saying, "That's unlikely to happen—due to certain personal reasons, most of the people I knew died centuries ago."
