Oliver was still awake, even though a long time had passed since he had closed his eyes.
He was lying near the trunk of a tree, leaning his back against it, pretending to be asleep.
Meanwhile, his ears followed the quiet conversation between the masked man and Tell.
Their voices were low, but he could still make out what they said, even if most of it was unclear.
And with every sentence that came from the masked man, the irritation inside him grew stronger and stronger with time.
Still, he stayed silent, holding his breath, trying not to make a sound so he wouldn't miss a word of their conversation.
Tell fluttered her wings lightly, then flew in front of the masked man's face.
"What brought you here in the first place? You don't seem like the kind who goes for a walk in a forest full of spirits and monsters. You're probably the second person to come here from the outside in a very long time."
"I came to meet someone, and to finish something I left undone."
