Chapter 65: A girl?

Arthur, standing in front of the man perched on a rugged rock, exuded an air of unwavering composure. His gaze bore into the mysterious figure concealed beneath a deep, dark cloak.

"Greetings," the hooded man broke the silence with his deep voice, his countenance obscured by the shadows of his hood.

"Forgive my presumption, but might you be the esteemed leader of the Eldorian village?" His words hung in the air like a secret waiting to be unraveled.

Arthur's stoic demeanor, almost chiseled from stone, contrasted with the enigmatic aura of the hooded stranger.

Arthur's silence endured, as if time itself had paused, before he finally broke it with measured words. "What business do you have with them?"

The enigmatic figure descended gracefully from the rugged perch, his boots making the barest of whispers as they were about met the forest floor. The gloomy shroud of his cloak clung to him like a specter, his identity still veiled in shadows.