He would arrive, from out of nowhere, with no indication of his arrival whatsoever, Master Wodin. It was still unsettling, the way he could sneak up on me, even in my field of view, but I hoped that I'd be able to do that too someday.
As for why he had arrived, it was obvious. So, I'd walk from below the things and allow him to demonstrate. As such, before he got into place, he'd allow his misleading stick to balance on its own, off to the side.
Then, as he walked to the thing, he'd push off both sides of the top half of his robe. I had finally got a good look at the old man, and I had to remind myself of that, he was old. In fact, he was probably older than the place itself, maybe even older than the institutions of the country.
