Leonhardt scoured through his memories for a name but failed, so he gave up and called him old man because this name was easier to remember.
"Old man, what happened?"
He found acting like a human flowed like second nature to him now, unlike in the past, when he needed to consider his actions or plan.
"Wolves lad! It was those menacing things in the forest!"
Leonhardt wasn't surprised by this answer since it was he who had antagonised the wolves using his dark elves, but the old man didn't even know it.
A strange feeling of delight bubbled in Leon's stomach, a warmth and sense of exhilaration when hearing about it from the old man, who spoke with such urgency in his voice, as though the village would be overrun at any moment.
'Go on! Ask for help... Go on! Do it!'
The strange yet familiar feelings warred within him.
He listened to the old man and villagers complain, before the old man continued with a hint of hesitation in his voice before he finally seemed to resolve himself.
