"You're looking for Old Man Hobb?"
It was a few weeks ago when Zain was going around all of Ashrend, trying to find someone based on a rough sketch.
A child who had offered him some water recognized the image in his hand and led him toward the person he was searching for.
What he saw made his stomach turn.
A pale old man with a thin, wasted body sat slumped against a wall, reeking of cheap alcohol. His clothes were filthy rags, and he looked like he hadn't bathed in months. The man was living in some rundown shack that looked like it had been abandoned years ago.
For a moment, Zain was taken aback. He wondered if what he was seeing could really be the same person he was looking for.
But looking at the long, matted beard and the prominent scar that ran across his forehead, he could only convince himself that this was indeed the right man.
He looked at the name written down by Renard- Sir Hobbren Corvalis.
