2.67 The past

Unable to understand how to start a conversation, he asked. "What are you doing?"

The old man faced him and asked another question. "Why are yoh here?"

"Do you know me?" Lycaon asked.

"Yes. You are the poisoned boy." The old man said.

Lycoan opened his mouth then closee it with a grim face. Without wasting any further time, he began his talk for which he came here.

"I came to have a talk." Lycaon said.

After stating why he came here on the mountain, he examined the man. He was very old man. There was no hair on his head. He was small in height and bend from the neck. Like Bretha, he was wearing the clothes made by leaves. His lower from was covered by the skirt of leaves. And uppar body had a cape of leaves. There were bootes in his legs. That too made of leaves. Wrapped by the ropes. Lycaon was pretty surprised by how they were using leaves in many ways. The old man raised his grey eyes and looked at him.