The old man had a head of bright red hair, and his skin looked grayish-white.
The robe he wore was somewhat ordinary, with nothing special about it.
Even the wooden staff in his hand was quite unremarkable.
If it weren't for that striking hair color, he would look like just an ordinary old man with some spirit.
"Haven't seen strangers here for a long time, especially so many."
He tilted his head and looked at everyone.
"Are you lost?"
This prompted Miguel West to retort, "How could we possibly be lost."
"Is that so..." The old man pondered for a moment.
"Then are you hungry?"
"..."
This left everyone at a loss for words.
But this reaction seemed to convince the old man that he guessed correctly, and he smiled, "If you're hungry, come on in. However, I don't have much food here."
He patted the head of the three-headed hound lying nearby.
"He's quite the eater."
With his pats, the three-headed hound seemed to seize the opportunity and licked.
