Out of the conversing crowd of mysterious, humanoid men, women and children appeared a single man, the age certainly showing upon his face. As soon as he made his presence known, they all turned silent, yet the smiles on their faces persisted nonetheless.
His pale face was riddled with wrinkles, his hair was non-existent, but he harboured no animosity as he walked towards them with a stick in hand to keep his balance.
<< Ho ho! Visitors! We had not had visitors in many years. I am Lowrid, the elder of this city of Vestora. What brings you young travellers to this land? >> He smiled and nodded his head, a gesture of kindness they did not expect from a man of such a high status, all towards strange, foreign entities.
But, despite the elder's gentle tone, Artorias did not react, still unmoving with his mouth slightly open trying to process something unknown.
Thus, it was up to Moby to take the mantle of leadership and address the elder in his stead.
