"Night Owl, though I know you're trying your luck, this also..." In the courtyard, Nova looked at the black-robed man brought back by Night Owl, his brows not relaxed at all.
The man stood half a step behind Night Owl, wrapped in an old cloak with coarse fabric and frayed edges.
His posture was somewhat awkward, shoulders slightly hunched, as if subconsciously wanting to hide himself in the shadows, carrying an unshakeable furtive air.
The shadow of the hood obscured most of his face, revealing only the lower part. His skin was an unhealthy sallow from lack of sunlight, and his chin was uneven with unkempt stubble.
On his face were traces of mycelium, clearly marking him as a Puki Master, yet strangely without a Puki.
The most unsettling thing was his eyes. The occasional glance from within his hood swiftly scanned the courtyard's furnishings and Nova's face, void of openness, filled only with weighing and scrutiny.
