It was a peaceful evening with a sky clear except for the dark clouds that had begun to obscure the brightness. The birds were singing a beautiful melody behind Hubert, who had his legs casually propped up on the wooden table in front of him as he relaxed on a chair with his eyes closed.
The old man rubbed his white beard and hummed softly as he savored the moment, but he nearly jumped and lost his balance from the chair when a loud shout pierced the air around him.
"You bastard!!!"
Hubert swiftly regained his composure and shifted his gaze to identify who dared to call him a bastard.
His eyes narrowed as he observed two familiar individuals running towards his humble hut. One dressed immaculately in white, and the other... well, his attire was so grimy with dirt that it obscured the color.
"What's going on?"
He stepped back and picked up a common stone from the ground before focusing on the man in white.
