"Good to see you, too, Melzer," said Arthur, bending over to caress the cat's head. However, at that moment, white smoke encompassed the area, and the cat morphed into what seemed like a hobo.
With tattered clothes and a squalid scent, Melzer didn't seem to be at his peak considering hygiene and presentability. Instead, he seemed like a homeless person or a beggar on the streets.
With a calm expression, he approached Arthur before extending his arm for a handshake.
Shake!
It was a firm and quick handshake, but the two understood extensive information within that moment. Melzer's hands were coarse, rough and filled with calluses, while Arthur's hands were similar yet a lot smoother. It wasn't a massive difference, as both fought using weapons.
"How've you been doing in Arcadia?" Melzer asked, revealing a friendly smile.
