So, the man had seen him and was only pretending he hadn't. He must have drawn the daggers the moment he sensed a presence, and Eric had been foolish not to realize it.
'But who the hell throws a dagger at a student while asking, 'Who sent you?'' Eric thought, annoyed.
He'd only been watching, and now he'd found himself in this position. The man eventually raised his blindfold, and his fierce face calmed a little after he saw the blue uniform on Eric.
Eric felt the man must have forgotten he was in an academy, and anyone could come visiting. His reaction to intruders each time must be instinct from a lifetime of fighting—or of solitude.
"Oh, a student? I haven't had one visiting in a while. I apologize for my violent welcome. You can call me Silk," the man said in a quiet voice as he helped Eric up to his feet. Eric noted his name before moving.
"Smooth as Silk," he said, part question, part statement.
"Smooth as Silk," Silk replied as he led him into the next room.
