Chapter 43 I want to meet her

• The room was dark and airy. With nothing to sit on, save for the mat that was spread upon the hard wooden floor. The surrounding walls seemed old like they had been that way for a long time without maintenance, or repairs. 
• In the midst of this man sat. The dark room made sure to cover his face well, so it couldn’t be properly seen, and his legs were pressed on the soft mat, weaved from thin wooden fibers. Asher walked into the house and stood in front of this man. The man's eyes focused on his visitor, by the looks of his home, he didn’t have many of those.
• A smile crept upon his face as he watched Asher's uncomfortable face which never seemed to grow old, no matter how many years passed. Asher didn’t speak, he merely stood in front of the man. After a few moments passed, the owner of the home had to break off the silence.