Lindarion's gaze shifted between Erebus and the grinning man—his expression unsettling, almost puppet-like.
'Bunch of strange people…'
He shook his head and focused on Erebus's movements.
Erebus ripped a piece of paper from the wall and pressed it against the man's chest. The man's grin remained as he spoke.
"The last sighting was near the edge of the Inrya Forest."
'Inrya? Where the fuck is that?'
Lindarion's cold expression barely shifted, though his grip on his sword remained firm—never loosening, not even for a moment.
The man continued.
"He's tall, around 185 cm. Brown hair, black eyes. No affinity. Should be an easy target… for people like you guys."
His gaze lingered on Lindarion for a moment, tongue flicking across his lips.
'…What the fuck was that? Fucking perverts..why is everyone I meet some kind of lunatic?'
Erebus didn't react. He simply nodded, placed a firm hand on Lindarion's shoulder, and shoved him out of the room, and back into the alleyway.
