Hava and the Wierd Man

A hidden cave. The thick forest near Curt. Curt.

"Tell me you were sent by the gods."

Hava's old face sagged by wrinkles forced a shade of illumination. He was weary. Had been weary since he had been in the custody of that wierd and tattered man. He had been trying to get an information but the man had been more like the waves of the sea. He would come and go intermittently, then be off quite the while.

Hava wasn't tied, but he had his old back to the cold wall of the cave, sending squashing shrills down his spines. The man was standing before him, towering over him. He was knelt.

Occasionally, the man would huff and puff, his busy nostrils running through the course of phlegm and water. If Hava wasn't aged, the irritation would had strangled him.

"Would you speak to me now?"