Old acquaintances

“Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?” Clotpole asked Aeldrya.

“Clotpole… that old man is none other than Wekyop Driofarb.”

Clotpole reacted the same way Aeldrya had a few moments ago, and broke into a cold sweat himself.

“Stormy wind of frozen hell?”

‘What the hell is that's a cringe nickname…’

“That’s him, in the flesh.”

Turns out that their reaction was completely justified. Wekyop Driofarb was a former adventurer, but not just any adventurer. Back in the day, he used to be considered the best rank 4 adventurer of his generation, and one of the few who ever reached rank 5 before retiring… or so I had been told. But that nickname though… well that’s the problem with nicknames. Since other people come up with them you never know what kind of crazy nickname you can end up being stuck with.

“At first glance, he doesn’t look like anything out of the ordinary. Wow, I can’t believe you’re acquainted with such a legendary adventurer” Clotpole whispered.