"Teacher?"
Maria scanned the room, her eyebrows initially furrowed under the velvet-feathered tricorn hat, suddenly showing a hint of surprise.
She walked a few steps forward to the long bench with only one person sitting on it.
"This time... even you are included?"
Despite her surprise, Maria spoke calmly and lightly, due to her personality and her habits as a Hunter.
Her voice was like a lucid dream's murmur.
The bench held only one old man.
He wore a tall formal hat, the brim frayed.
His lean form was clad in a fitted suit with suspenders, draped over his shoulders was a wide shawl.
Once elegant and smooth, the shawl's hem had become ragged, perhaps from enduring too many trials.
If it fluttered, it might resemble the claws of a demon.
The old man tilted his head up, steadying his hat; beneath it lay pale hair and a face with a sharp hooked nose and unkempt stubble.
The First Hunter, Gremman.
Founder of the unique profession of Hunters in Yan'an.
