"Why?"
The eyes beneath the hood trembled violently as the words spilled out. The man was so shocked that even his breathing turned ragged.
His hand, which had grabbed Enkrid, trembled incessantly.
He was clearly in great pain.
"The infirmary is that way."
Enkrid spoke politely, as the man appeared to be an elderly individual.
To him, the man simply seemed to be someone whose mind had deteriorated due to illness.
