Duck Lake What's this, what's this?

He didn't feel anything as the warlock grew closer. Instead, the man looked rather apologetic. It was strange. Was he sorry for casting a spell on him? Or did he dispel it? He merely blinked warily but curiously at the man. His eyes were very unnerving, being as pale blue as a robin's eggs, but cold. He nearly shivered at the sight again.

The foreign man swept his head around, gesturing to the general area. Zoratto tried to decipher what it could mean. Did he live here? Is that what it meant? If so, then the boy shook his head slowly, his eyes still transfixed on him.