Having said that, the old man stood up, pulling a few small credits from his pocket and placing them on the table as a tip for the tea. Ewan had not paid much attention until now, but as the old man rose with the sound of cracking joints, Ewan finally realized just how truly ancient he was. Even so, the old man kept his back perfectly straight, slowly tapping his cane as he walked outside.
"Well, I will be taking my leave. It is getting late in the afternoon, you boys should head home and rest too."
"Yes, please take care on your way back."
As Old Drake's figure gradually disappeared from sight, Ewan turned to look at Asher Ryder, letting out a long breath: "That went decently well, I suppose. But I get the feeling that the old man does not like Marlo Albrecht very much. Do you think he has crossed paths with the guy before?"
"Judging by the way he speaks, I am guessing he used to live in Silverton Town. He probably had a run-in with Marlo Albrecht in the past."
