Registrar of Tierra

In Leah's memory, the registrar was a plump and pale-skinned elderly man, a far cry from the frail and tanned old man that stood in front of her. Had it not been for the fact that he still looked somewhat like the way he did back then she couldn't even recognize him.

"So you still remember me, Your Highness? This, this is such an honor…"

The old man trembled with excitement and wanted to step forward to bow down towards her, but his current pathetic state made him pause.

Seeing this, Leah warmly stepped forward and held his hands gently. "Grandpa Registrar, these years must have been so hard for you…"

Seeing this, Marni interjected, "This isn't a good place to speak, let's continue this in the tent?"

He then cracked a smile and glanced around pointedly at the other refugees who were secretly peering at the carriage, as if they wanted to take advantage of him.