Din might notice something very odd. The old man's only really malady was the cut on his head. His vitals, his muscle structure, everything that should have been failing him at this point were at full strength and working just fine. While Yt-haar would find the remains of swords and a few scraps of wood good enough for a walking stick, Din could guess that this old man's feebleness was no better than an act. If it was, who or what was this old man exactly?