Chapitre 162: A Mystery

At least 10 minutes passed before Daneel was able to take a step toward the naked mage.

Walking up to him with his lips pressed into a thin line, he nudged him with the tip of his shoe to see whether he would wake up. The man just said something under his breath that Daneel couldn't understand, then promptly rolled onto his stomach and dozed off, his snores echoing on the empty land that was silent except for the sounds he was making.

He was thoroughly out cold. Bending, Daneel picked up his hands to ensure that what he had seen from a distance was true.

As he felt them with his fingers, he saw that there was no doubt about it. They were hardened with use, dappled with many wounds that indicated that they had been inflicted when sharp things were handled. They were also burned here and there, the skin having gone just a faint bit tougher at the spots where the damage was still healing.