Celina's eyes locked against the old man's. He held the poster, stretching it to her face. There was no proof that she was Nightmare. The person in the poster was with a cloak and she's here, without one.
She swallowed hard, and her lips twitched as they curved into a smile.
"What do you mean? I'm not Nightmare,"
"You hesitated before you answered. If you're the one the adventurers and knights are looking for, you're in danger,"
"But, I just said I'm not Nightmare," she said again. He rolled up the poster and threw it into his house through the window. He turned to look at Celina again and walked away.
"Fine, let's say you're not Nightmare. Even if they come here, they'll never find you since your disguise is so good" he smirked and found a rock to sit on.
"Hurry up and take out your sword. Show me what you can do," he said.
"I... I know the elven sword style and Lurris kingdom sword style,"
