"Huh? Where am I from?" The man paused for a moment, scratching his head.
Then he said:
"Where do I start? Do you know Strenaut?"
Northern cocked his head. "Strenaut?"
He racked his brain, certain there was no such place in the Central Plains or Stelia.
The man sighed, adding in a dejected tone:
"I don't expect you to know. You're an insider."
He was using terms that only confused Northern further.
His voice trailed off again.
"But are you sure you want to be having this conversation right now? You're trying to take the boy to Sura, aren't you?"
Northern frowned. This was information they had only because of their oracle friend.
This guy knew about Sura.
'He did mention he's been here for a hundred and seventy-two nights, so he must have been doing his research.'
Many questions popped into Northern's mind, but he knew their current situation didn't allow for that.
