At the moment he saw the flowing sand, Modir's face showed an expression of inexplicable astonishment. Clearly, he was impressed by the peculiar "appearance" of this sand. As he watched the sand respond to Amber as if it had life, his gaze toward Amber grew even more peculiar—a momentary thought arose, and one could only guess how many conjectures formed in this Great Adventurer's mind. In the end, he looked at Gawain with admiration.
Gawain: "…?"
"No wonder she's someone who can follow by your side," the old mage suddenly said, "I thought my own incredible experiences were deserving of being written into stories, but now it seems... these strange and mysterious things might not even matter to you at all..."
"Ah, you might have misunderstood," Gawain immediately responded, waving his hand, "These sands of hers are..."
