After days of walking through the dense forest, Alaric and Zanuba finally arrived at a village hidden in a small valley, almost invisible to the outside world. The village was eerily quiet, with only the rustling of wind caressing the leaves. The villagers were rarely seen outside their homes, which were covered in vines and glowing mushrooms. As they stepped into the center of the village, an old man wearing a long robe suddenly appeared from the shadows.
"I know who you are looking for," the old man said in a raspy, mysterious voice.
Alaric, who seemed used to all kinds of fortune-tellers and dramatic statements, just smiled and shrugged. "Of course, of course. People like you always know, right?"
Zanuba, initially startled, began to feel uneasy about the situation. "What does he mean? We haven't even said anything."
