Poki takes a few steps forward, his presence feels somehow different.
The maid behind him lowers her head apologetically as Poki, who is being watched by everyone, walks to a chair to sit down.
Poki watches us for a moment, his eyes pass over each of us, he seems to pause a bit to watch me, then simply grabs a bread near him and begins to eat.
It is not necessary to be someone very intelligent to know that this Poki is not the same Poki that was frantic days before, if I had to say it, this Poki is more like a living dead.
Immediately after that, several of my candies seem to have come to their senses and quickly rush to ask Poki questions.
Poki gives some vague answers, such as that he was lost for days in the subway of the Royal City, or that it was just a common disappearance, even so, his inability to give consistent and well thought out answers makes me doubt the veracity of his answers.
