The Person Behind The Mask
More of the black-masked people began to pop out of thin air, surrounding Nox and his pets from all sides.
"This..." Nox frowned; it felt as if the figures were infinite. Every time he took one down, two more seemed to take its place, and now it appeared that hundreds had suddenly appeared.
'That old man, if I ever get out of here, I'll surely pay that tavern a visit.' He cursed in his mind.
The masked figures had yet to attack, which gave Nox a moment to consider his next move. While he pondered, he noticed the mouth of the same black-masked figure moving again. Nox narrowed his eyes.
'Hmmm... I'm not foolish. It's clear one of them is trying to communicate something, but what?'
'They had an opportunity to deal a fatal attack on me, but they held back. Could it be someone that I know?' Several faces crossed Nox's mind, but all were from the Vermilion Kingdom, so he dismissed the thought. 'Besides, this could be a tactic to lower my guard.'