Capítulo 422: POISONED III

When Derek and Anthony strolled across the room, out to the well lighted passageway, they met Agrip coming towards them, and in his hand was a walking stick. They both furrowed their eyebrows, the same thought running through their minds, wondering since when did the old man need a third leg to walk. Agrip was one of the oldest men in the pack, yes, but he was one of the strongest elders, and he looked younger than his age. With all his study, he never even had cause to use spectacles, so why the stick? Did he have an accident? But before they both could open their mouths to ask him these questions going on in their minds, the old man raised up his stick at them, signaling them to shut up and to stop walking.

"Good afternoon Agrip." They both greeted, and Agrip nodded slowly, trailing his eyes over them, especially Derek. He had a somber expression on his face.