Silas pondered about his approach. In the game, the elf was wonderful to converse and kind. She also guided the protagonist in his mage path and the usage of his gift.
She was a wonderful person to interact with. Silas remembered about her fondly in his memories.
Perhaps, that was why he hesitated about his approach. The elf he saw in the game had completed two years of growth.
Well, in the eyes of the elf, two years was nothing but Silas had to be sure. He had to be certain. Otherwise, all will crumble down.
Silas shot a glance at Roland and they both nodded at each other.
Silas walked forward, trying to appear like a puppy. The best choice would be to introduce himself as a weakling.
People subconsciously lowered their guards toward the weakling. And whether the age or strength, Silas was like a baby to her.
"Hello." He called out.
