The name of your master
The elder Finfin stopped before the bright energy could envelope the hunter. "Who is your master?" He plainly asked. Golden arches were looking at the situation. They were trying to decipher the spoken words. With the old age; a hunter definitely loss the peak of strength but the intellect level kept increasing until the last breath of their life. They could dissect the thinnest thread of gestures or the hidden truth. It was a process of the tempered brains and the skill earned with the time. The words were vague and did not carry any apparent gesture.