We were in a carriage, riding out in the part of the city where there was a lot of bustle and hustle.
Sitting in front of me was an elderly man with white hair and brown skin. He wore a white shirt and black pants, both of which was covered by a long dark coat. On his head, a hat stood their stating his solitary figure.
Even through the man was old, he was by no means weak. Just by looking at his tough face, anyone would know that the man was strong. His tall body exuded a strong wall like aura. His piercing red eyes seemed to strike at his enemy's hearts.
This person wasn't actually someone new, but Abigail.
I told her we needed to go somewhere but she needed an appearance. This tough looking old man was the appearance.
Without hesitation, Abigail changed herself and went with me. She glanced through the window at the increasing number of people and had thoughts going through her head.
I'm sure that she had questions, a lot of it.
