Meeting a Master Blacksmith (3)

"You?" Ronan frowned, scrutinizing Draven from head to toe.

Looking at the glamorous face, without a doubt, Draven was an awakener, and it might contribute a lot to his Soul Path.

If only he was aware that Draven's Soul Path made him an undead appearance, with only bones and not an ounce of flesh, would he still think like that?

Furthermore, he never thought Draven was naturally born with that face, not in a million years at least, which was when an immortal landed, smiting every girl with his charming face.

'Oh, he's tall.'

Ronan silently approved of Draven's height, and when he was finally done examining him, to which Draven was silent in the process, he turned and gave a questioning look to the salesman.

"You, see… Mister?" the salesman faced Draven with an awkward smile, forgetting that he failed to ask his name before.