"Ahh, there you are", the old man said grinning and inviting Alec to take a seat. Alec sat down cautiously, still looking at the old man and his surroundings. "Calm down mister, no one would attack you, I promise", the man said.
"Why were they treating me like that?" Alec asked, hoping that his speculation was right. "Well, for starters you were the one that started running, so people mistook you for a thief, and the fact that you had white skin only made matters worse. Are you a revolutionist?" The old man said, without looking at him.
"No, I'm not. I came from a village in the East. As a result of the war, I was driven out of my home, so I walked all the way here, hoping to find a place to settle", Alec made up a lie on the spot. He was already getting good at it.
