"If he has anything different than usual… it should be that bird monster," Melantha mentioned.
"Too bad, its' magic aura's too weak." The old man shook his head.
Next, the braided old man looked back at Melantha and changed the topic. "Your father sent a message again yesterday. He wants to know when you would go back."
Melantha crossed her arms and looked into the distance. "I don't intend to go back before finding my own path."
The elder chuckled and did not comment.
Melantha raised an eyebrow. "Now I'm curious, Mister Baroque. Why are you even here? Brute Cavern has been treating you in a strange way too. They already know who you are, and they didn't expel you?"
Baroque shrugged. "They probably should. But… what if we've got the same enemy? Or rather, a common interest?"
Melantha was shocked at Baroque's words. Before she could pursue an answer though, Baroque pointed to the stage.
