"Likewise, old man. I missed you too," Varnos turned around, smiled at the old man who had thrown an arm around his shoulder, and said.
"I didn't expect to see you here," the old man, more precisely, Rivon Maxwell, replied with a smile of his own.
He was an old man with completely white beard and hair, looking exactly like a religious priest. A cultured, respectable man who even wore a white robe.
Varnos's expression softened a little at the sight of this old friend. Even though this old man looked close to eighty years old, in reality he was the same age as Varnos himself.
The reason he looked so old was his class, one of his innate abilities, an extremely powerful one that could be used in exchange for lifespan.
Anyway, this man was the leader of the Red Storm Guild, one of the top five guilds in the country. Their signature element was wind, but not the simple wind element that mages like Tiana used.
