Power of Spacetime

"Interesting."

Leon extended his senses and searched the area to see if the cloaked figure had any accomplices nearby. 

The breath was weak, but he managed to detect the presence of another human. However, this person seemed to have been secretly monitoring the cloaked figure. They did not appear to be on the same side.

After knowing this, Leon nodded, "Lead the way."

"Thank you for your understanding, Young Master Leonhardt." The cloaked figure smiled unsuspectingly under his hood and led Leon into a more isolated and dark area away from the main street.

You are not from this tribe, are you? Which tribe do you belong to?" Leon casually asked the cloaked figure, but he was ready to retreat at the slightest sign of danger.

"Yes, I am not from this tribe. I wonder if Young Master Leonhardt have heard of the Great Ironhawk Tribe?"

"The Great Ironhawk Tribe?"