"A human?" I just openly stared at him, feeling a sense I had seen this picture somewhere.
It was a man who seemed to be in his late thirties.
He had a nicely trimmed beard and hair tied up in a man-bun.
His clothes were rather baggy than those of counts and medieval nobles like that.
"Ahem," He coughed, "Welcome to the guild of Raly, I take it you must be the group of the raiders supposed to enter the dungeon, am I correct?"
I calmed myself down and the tension immediately shifted, "Yes, that is correct sir, may I ask for your name?"
"Yes, yes, don't be so formal, I am Harris Spence. One of the supposed raiders whom you thought went missing."
Ah, of course, I had seen the picture of his face on the television back then. It took some time for that information to surface, didn't it?
"I see, may I ask how you wound up in this hell of a place?" It was time to strike for the most information I could gather.
