"Now, what were you saying?" asked Darius.
Silence.
Everyone was utterly speechless. No one thought the boy who didn't look over twenty years would be so daring. What baffled them even more was that he seemed very relaxed, as if he was expecting their arrival. Or maybe he didn't care about them at all.
"Who are you?" asked the old man. He was holding a stick to support himself, eyes hidden behind the wrinkles, loose skin on either side of his face. His head was clean, not a single strand of hair could be seen at the top. However, Darius eyed this half-dead looking guy intently. After all, he was the leader of this group. "Who sent you?"
"Who am I? None of your fucking business."
"How dare you—"
The people behind the old man became furious, but the old man waved his hand, silencing them.
"As for who sent me?" Darius continued. "I am the man of my own will."
"Do you know the consequences of your foolish actions?" said the old man.
