The man stood there observing Dame for a while, placing his hand on his chin while looking him up and down. Once in a while, he made questionable faces that made Dame feel worse about his condition, and not wanting to know about it as well.
In order to distract himself and the man in question, he started to ask his own questions.
"From the way you're speaking with me, someone sent you. Was it that Vice Principal? I think he said something about being in that particular group as well," Dame said.
He remembered the conversations vaguely, but so much information was loosely spoken about here and there, Dame never even had much time to find out the finer details about things.
"You're right," the man said as he reached into a pouch that was strapped around his waist. It was brown in color, made out of leather, and fairly worn. It didn't take him long to pull out a few round-looking Qi pills.
