The whiteness of the Regna region appeared in Noah's view again, and the winds continued to blow. Or rather It had never stopped blowing as powerfully as it did. He had simply been blocked from that environment.
The winds rushed into Noah's figure upsetting his clothes, but his hair remained in place.
"He didn't even say anything much," Noah snorted, or at least tried it according to his memories. Still, the revelation the being had disclosed remained a significant sum.
"You're a servant of an immortal?" Noah addressed Elder Velsvon. The elder nodded, finding Noah's interaction with his master unique.
"Lord Thanses doesn't conform to the ways of the others. He finds them... uninspiring," elder Velsvon stroked his black beard. He never thought he would need to explain that to anyone who wasn't the master's subject. Talk less; a member of the guild.
