Kieran got out of the car and slowly approached the armed figure at the entrance.
It was an extremely buff elderly man of average height with a long white beard. If he had been holding a battle axe, he would have looked like a dwarf from a medieval tale.
Although he was not holding such a weapon, the dagger at his waist was not to be underestimated. The dagger reeked of a hidden, faint smell of danger that faded one moment and then appeared again at the next one.
Kieran's Intuition had gotten higher, so he trusted it with his life. He was still more vigilant than ever though.
As he was scanning the elderly man, the man scanned him back. Then he grinned.
"2567?" the old man asked.
"Who's asking?" Kieran replied. He was not surprised that the man knew his name.
If he had gone there with malicious intent, then it made sense that he would be prepared. Kieran's nickname was a basic piece of information.
