Every time Oliver tried to speak with the sage, that woman Lenor would appear out of nowhere again and again.
Whenever he took a step toward him or tried waiting for a moment when he would be alone, she would smile and walk up to him once more.
In the field, in the square, in the alleys, even near the tavern, he never managed to get a single moment with him without her blocking his way.
When he finally lost his patience completely, he decided to change his plan. He headed to the tavern, where Allen and Maron were sitting with the two other men.
They were laughing and drinking beside the man who looked like the old man. None of them had left the place despite the long hours, and none of them noticed his obvious tension.
The whole thing irritated Oliver badly, but he still stepped forward and sat beside Maron. Maron turned toward him but did not say a word.
