The Chief of the Forsaken Village. His name was Socrates and he was blind.
And Pablo shared the name with the King while saying he wanted to take the man with him inside the mist.
And when the King heard it, he broke into a smile.
Then a laugh escaped his mouth as he shook his head.
"What a coincidence, Pablo. Certainly one of a kind." He said, having a small laugh.
"What is it, my lord?" Pablo obviously didn't get it.
"Today, we received a letter." The King shared.
"Yes?" Pablo wanted to know more.
"A crow arrived on the window of this room and it had a piece of paper grabbed on his mouth. It then threw it at me and flew off. I saw the paper and I found that it was a letter and a letter from none other than the very same person you spoke of just now."
Pablo raised his brows. "Socrates?"
"Yes. He sent me a letter." The King laughed some more.
"What was written there?" Pablo wanted to know.
