I'm not strong, I'm just old

"Hehe… Well, it's not really my fault either. Hearing that you have dealt with those invaders makes me assume that you do realise where does the energy of this place come from?"

Shrugging his arms, the old man smiled before reaching forward with his hand and pointing at the chair in front of him.

"Why won't you take a seat? I have a feeling that our talk will last a while."

Taking a look at this elder, I couldn't feel even the tiniest shred of enmity coming from him, as if he was completely devoid of any negative feelings. While I couldn't tell that he managed to force my guard down with his unexpected approach, for some reason when hearing his words I felt at ease as if meeting with a long lost grandparent of mine.

"So, what do you want to talk about?"