"Yes sir, but that'll just take a minute."
"Now we're talking. See, now I know you're a man of honor." The instructor raised his head off the table and looked at Aldrich for the first time.
The instructor was like Ayemon described him to be, he had the features of Vorianeen man in his early thirties but those features were somehow twisted. Dark circles under his eyes, the eyes themselves were red and veins popped out like he suffered from long periods without sleep.
Unnatural pale skin and his beard looked like it was clean-shaven last week. Aldrich wasn't the only one taken aback by the other's appearance.
"Hey, you're just a kid. Aren't you too young to be here? This street isn't safe."
"Yes, yes I am. But when I heard that I could have the chance to talk to the renowned instructor Gazeff, I just had to try my luck."
Gazeff laughed, "well if you put it that way, I can see why you might think it worthwhile."
