Grave For Insane

We sat in different chairs, I was in the west seat, and he was in the east. Then, suddenly, it made us stare at each other.

I noticed the ornaments he put on the house's walls, not a single painting or object classified as luxurious. Instead, everything was just decorated with some farming tools, and there were also rusty swords.

No one came into this room, only the two of us accompanied by a clay pot and two wooden glasses on the table. A simple banquet, even more, straightforward than I thought.

"Why is an Adamas like you in a remote place like this?" I asked, curious.

"I was trying to find true composure. I've traveled to the south of the kingdom, and I think this is the only village I can use to enjoy my time in this world," the man said, looking relaxed as he leaned his back against the chair.

"Introducing, my name is Dennis," replied the burly man who turned out to be Dennis.