Merchant
"Hello~ You called me, didn't you?" said Lescar with a friendly smile.
If he could Luke would have smiled when he saw the boy's face, which was full of strange scars.
"Oh! I forgot that you can't move." Lescar was walking backwards, fitting the half-wolf's field of vision, and snapped two fingers of his right hand.
At that moment, Luke felt all the weight on his shoulders disappear, and his muscles, tensed up due to fatigue, were finally released from their temporal prison.
The half-wolf rotated his right shoulder a little, as he looked at Lescar in disbelief at what was happening around him.
"Did you do all this yourself?" He asked.
Lescar brought his right index finger up to his cheek, thought for a second, and replied, "Was it me? Maybe, but that's not what I was called to do, right? And I believe it's not time yet, so what do you need."