Too tired to be startled, Urhea looked at the faces of the three. The woman stood in a demanding manner over the much taller blacksmith. However, he had seen the two through his double-edged veil. He was much more surprised that someone could conceal their presence without the use of magic. Urhea kept looking the tiny girl that walked out of the shadow dangerously close to his hiding place. Of course, he had read of thieves that could mask their presence but this was the first time he had seen one in real.<br/><br/>Pulled back into reality by the woman’s questions, he sighed as he connected the dots quickly in his mind. He thought, “Maybe, just maybe, they are talking of the quest that has something to do with the stormrider and the king. Well, she did just ask me about Myraz’s story. Wait, his story? What should I say?” He placed his hand on the nearby wall to support his weak body and replied, “My name is Urhea Dragao, son of Professor Dragao from the university.” Running out of breath from whispering the few words, he asked, “May I have some water? As for the other question, I know very little of Myraz’s story, much too little to share. One thing I do know is that Myraz has some connection to stormrider and some magical artifact.” He made his way to the nearest chair and took a seat. He was concerned about the amount of energy he exhausted in the past few days, but he tried to hide his exhaustion, unsuccessfully.