Looking at the little old man's gleeful manner, he totally seemed like a person who'd finally secured a new job after going hungry for weeks. This iMage wiped away every bit of Gawain's impression of him as an expert in seclusion. Now, Gawain could be wholly certain that his torn old robes, ripped beret, and untrimmed beard were not because of a hermit lifestyle. It was because he was genuinely poor…
Faced with this situation, Gawain could not help but whisper to Amber, "This person you found… Is he dependable?"
"Gosh, don't you worry. Although his personality may be a little weird, you've seen it, haven't you? At the least, his Druid capabilities are real. You aren't the kind of pompous, rigid aristocrat who judges people by their class origin, are you? Don't you always claim that competence is the most important?"
