"Are you saying you met an old man named Tom Bombadil?"
The Lady of the Lake looked at Lann, who had somewhat recovered his senses, with a puzzled expression.
The Demon Hunter had briefly recounted their journey to another world.
Old Tom was, of course, an unavoidable topic.
But to the Lady of the Lake, who once resided in the Blessed Land of Valinor during ancient times, this name seemed very unfamiliar.
Lann didn't find anything amiss.
After all, the Lady of the Lake probably didn't even know where the Middle-earth Continent was at that time.
And Tom Bombadil's range of activity could be said to have been on the Middle-earth Continent since the world's inception.
This cheerful old man's status and power were beyond words, but he was clearly not the active type.
"Never heard of him."
As expected, the lady twirled a strand of her dark green hair with a finger and said while reminiscing.
"But that's to be expected, nothing surprises me from that place."
