Folding his legs cross, the old man kept the stones aside to give Lycaon his attention. Looking him, Lycaon too folded his legs and sat on the ground in front of him.
"Yes talk. About many things." Lycaon said.
"Ok." The old man said. He then waited for Lycaon to ask and talk whatever he wanted to.
Lycaon opened his mouth and thought for a while before speaking. He never does this before. He never though before speaking. He was the head and he could talk however he want. But these people were different. They were unaware of his identity. Even if they were aware, they didn't care. So talking them politely would be better.
The first question he always wanted to ask was.
"Do you know me?
The old man gazed at hik for a while before answeringh. He then answered in a very slow manner.
"Yes."
With patience Lycaon wiated and then asked another question.
"How do you know me. And what you know about me?"