Vallgorath

"Eh? Uncle!?" Reves exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise as he dashed to the counter.

Ivaim blinked, caught off guard by the sudden recognition.

"I've been looking for you for months now!" Reves continued, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and relief.

"Even Father thought you had—" He paused, his expression faltering as he pouted. "—well, he thought you were dead."

Ivaim's heart skipped a beat.

'Months?' He frowned, confusion creasing his brow. 'But I've only been here for a few days. Why would he say that?'

His mind raced, but he didn't want to raise any questions.

'If I ask him about it, he probably wouldn't know the answer either.'

Instead, Ivaim gave Reves a calm look, wanting to ask other relevant questions instead.

"You've found your father, then?" he asked, his voice steady. "What about the lady in the black clothing?"