As soon as Damon saw the same face, he could tell that this had a unique quest written all over it. He walked over to the old man and tried to talk to him. "Are you okay, senior? Would you like some help?"
The old man's head snapped up. He looked utterly desperate. His voice trembled as he reached out a shaking hand toward Damon. "Y-you… you're the Blood God, right? The one who defeated Frostmane?"
Damon gave a small nod. "That's me. What's the matter, senior?"
Tears welled up in the old man's eyes as he clutched Damon's sleeve with surprising strength. "Thank you so much, hero. Thank you so much for putting down that monster." The old man sobbed, standing up. "That monster took everything from me. My sweet son. My sweet, sweet son."
The old man started walking, his steps wobbly, and Damon supported him. The old man continued ranting and slowly walked back to his house, which was somewhere in the outskirts of the city in one of the downtrodden areas.
