"That will be Zarion."
I looked at her with interest. The man hadn't introduced himself, so there was no way for me to tell if she was right or wrong.
But she went on to describe him further.
"Red hair, weathered face, dresses like some weird sage?"
I nodded quickly. All she needed to say was the red hair. I hadn't met many people with red hair in this world, and that alone was confirmation enough.
"I see... that livestock..."
I took a few moments before I eventually asked.
"You speak of him like you know him... do you?"
Odelia said nothing immediately. Instead she looked at me with something like expectation, her gaze dropping pointedly to my hands.
I belatedly remembered the hammer. When I did, I lifted it and brought it down again, falling back into the rhythm of our work. Once we finished the section, she straightened up and stretched.
"Zarion is a lone wolf mercenary... he is also a struggling and desperate criminal."
I turned my head slightly.
"Are you... sure?"
