Eagle Henry was no longer young. His silver-white hair shimmered with a gentle luster under the candlelight, and his face was etched with the marks of time, wrinkles that bore witness to his honor and vicissitudes.
His frame was hunched, yet he still tried to stand straight, as if that were the only way to maintain his former dignity.
But he was old now. So old that he wouldn't even retort when mocked.
By his side was the lavishly dressed Yas.
In contrast to his father's composure and calm, Yas's eyes flickered occasionally as he glanced incessantly toward the door.
"They're here," Henry murmured, his ears twitching slightly. He stepped toward the door to meet them, a smile appearing on his face before he even spoke. "Mr. Karl, welcome!"
"Mr. Karl." Yas bowed respectfully from behind.
"Yas, my friend," Karl said, extending his hand to help Yas up. "No need for such formality."
"Old Mr. Henry, we meet again."
