The hermit looked like an ordinary, albeit injured, middle-aged man.
His legs had been lost in the battle against the Dark Specters, so he could only walk with a pair of crutches.
But this didn't make him look weak at all.
Marvin felt a powerful aura coming from him, like a beast that had been laying dormant for a long time, one that had lost its anger but was ready to burst out with extreme power upon being reignited.
For him to be able to live from that distant chaotic era all the way until now, his bloodline from that plane must have been from a long-lived species.
Someone that had lived for a very long time would naturally see a lot of things. Even an idiot could become wise after enough time, let alone someone who was already clever.
From what Marvin understood, the Hermit had remained in the Underdark all this time to watch over the Eternal Frozen Spring's seal.
