"Doubt?"
When faced with the words of the old Priest before him, Xia Nan naturally wouldn't ignore them.
Even though it sounded somewhat mystical, imbued with the religious undertones unique to clergy, he still felt the friendliness in the other person's words.
Moreover, combining what he had just learned from the mouths of two farmwomen about the high prestige of Priest Mo'en in Sheep Horn Town and his past deeds, he was quite impressed by this spirited elderly man with white hair.
Taking two steps forward, he nodded in greeting while introducing himself:
"Hello, I am Xia Nan, a passing adventurer."
He didn't disclose much information, only offering his name and a vague idea of his background. Of course, regarding the latter, a bit of people-reading experience would reveal it through his attire.
Unexpectedly, Priest Mo'en seemed to actually recognize him, as his muddy brown eyes shifted, resting briefly on Xia Nan's armor and sword hilt:
"Mr. Horak's caravan, is it?"
