Brom and the man without a name look at each other with tension that can easily be cut by a knife. Both of them have something in common, they have a deep connection with the Witch of the Mountain, and both of them knew what kind of connection each of them had with the Witch of the Mountain.
"You seem to know a lot of things, Tiada," Brom called him with a name that he was actually familiar with.
The man, who Brom called Tiada, gave him a smile, a bittered smile that reach into his eyes. "That name, I almost forgot about the name."
"Thus it is still your name, Tiada, as the son of the witch of the mountain, a talented magi with a touch of darkness." Brom taunted the man, now with the name Tiada.
With a scoff, his wild eyes look into Brom once again, "Son? I don't even know if I am still her son, I called her every night, trying to know the next plan of action, but no, she never come."
