Friend or Foe
His hair was spiky and white, face edgy with a pointed but yet broad nose and eyes as blue as the sky while a tiny scar of lightning streak was just above his left breast, his right arm holding the nozzle of the large white sack over his shoulders.
"Like I said, making noise in a place you just got to is rather rude." Spiky old man stated as he came within reach of them.
He narrowed his blue eyes with a satisfied grunt as he carefully scrutinized each of them from head to toe.
"And checking out a lady is even rude especially when you both are not Familiar with one another." Niniola curtly replied, spacing out her legs.
She was not enjoying this, not at all.
"Oh ho!" The man scratched his beardless chin. "My bad! Apologies you. I just wonder what brought you here knowing how volatile the Land of Thunder is. It is not readily in anyone's tourist list of places to visit, you know."