Dick brought Gwivelle and Sanna to Galin's cabin.
The old healer's beard was large, dirty, and fluffy, and his body reeked of herbal medicine. No one knew his exact age.
But Galin had certainly lived longer than the bandit Bo Ge, and such a master of medicine was revered wherever he went.
Dick and Jet had known Galin's identity in the past, and now Dota and the Hunters knew it too.
They just had an unspoken understanding and never mentioned it to Gwivelle, perhaps because they were afraid of scaring her.
"Galin, Grandpa, I see you've arrived."
Gwivelle peered inside from the doorway.
Half of Galin's face was hidden by his beard, his eyes kind and bright.
He asked Gwivelle to stand in front of him, then pinched her arm.
"You've grown taller and your body has become healthier. Very good, very good."
The old healer repeatedly nodded.
