The danger ahead

"I'm Dipa." 

Arya Dipa introduced himself as he took a few steps forward. His smile was bright and friendly. He also bowed slightly as a sign of respect. 

The old man continued to observe the young man in front of him. He didn't recognize him at all and was sure he had never met him. 

"I don't recognize you. Where are you from?" he asked flatly. The old man abandoned his intention to get on the carriage. He walked slowly towards Arya. 

The streets around them were quiet. The dim light of the street lamps lay between the shadows of the old trees. His wrinkled face was reflected in the small light that burned faintly from the street lamp, adding a mysterious and dark impression to the night.

The peacefulness of the night was suddenly disturbed by the unusual atmosphere. The old man quickened his pace slightly, feeling uncomfortable with the presence of a stranger in the middle of a quiet night.