This might be because whenever Wislin is alone, there's always a hint of sadness in his eyes.
After settling the horses, leaving two knights to watch over the stable, everyone else crowded into the village's council hall. Sandyman had been observing this group of young people, noting their every move. It was easy to see that the young man named Wislin was their leader, whom everyone adored, respected, and was willing to follow every command. In addition, there was an older traveler in a soft robe. Each knight carefully attended to him, treating him as a "person of importance." However, if both Wislin and the robed man were in danger, Sandyman believed all the knights would help Wislin first.
Moreover, the person who kept their face hidden in the shadow of a cloak seemed somewhat dissatisfied with the delay in the village. His low murmurs floated into Sandyman's ears with the breeze. Bless the God of Health, the old village chief was still quite robust.
