Harvey looked at the pale Elf before him and realized his faint perception had vanished.
The Elf's destined path seemed elusive, or perhaps a special existence beyond his ability to sense.
What was this situation?
Unlike Amberser, who could deduce so much from such tiny clues, Harvey vaguely felt something was amiss but couldn't immediately connect it to anything else. But he had learned one thing from Amberser: if you couldn't figure something out, it was important not to let others realize you were confused.
So, with a bewildered face, Harvey asked the pale Elf, "Excuse me, Mr. Elf, who are you? How did you come to be inside my mentor's castle?"
Hircine replied with a smile, "I should be the one asking you, mortal, why are you inside my castle?"
Harvey frowned, wondering if the Dwarves had repossessed the castle after his mentor had fled and then flipped it—in a very Goblin-like fashion.
