The tall, gaunt, and brooding man murmured to himself in a low voice, making Sherry instantly suppress the urge to swing her dog as a weapon against him.
Her first reaction was to use all the observation skills and the art of disguise she had acquired since childhood to create an impeccable expression. While watching the middle-aged man across from her, she slightly relaxed the Abyssal Hound's leash and adopted a puzzled and somewhat nervous demeanor, "Is there a problem?"
The brooding man across from her eased his frown upon hearing her and gestured with his hand, "Don't be nervous, brethren. We still don't fully understand all the rules of The Dream of the Nameless. It's normal to have some deviations when entering the dreamscape, but..."
He paused here, his gaze at Sherry growing increasingly questioning, "I didn't expect someone as young as you to appear here. Are you sure it's no problem for you to enter The Dream of the Nameless like this?"
