Winters never imagined that the "Brother Reed" Caman spoke of would turn out to be such a weathered old man.
The elder's hair and beard contained not a trace of black, and his skin sagged, appearing to drape over his bones.
Due to advanced age, the inevitable loss of bone density made his frame slightly hunched, but the pair of eyes hidden beneath the wrinkles still sparkled brightly.
The mendicant monk, dressed in a coarse gray robe, calmly surveyed the Wolf Town town hall and the two public officials, almost as if he were the true master of this place.
In front of this old man, Gerard and Sergei could only be considered young men. Caman addressed him as "Brother Reed," but in truth, the old man was old enough to be his great-grandfather.
"Sir, how old are you this year?" Winters politely inquired. Keeping in mind that elders often have hearing impairments, he deliberately raised his voice by several decibels, "Seventy? Eighty?"