Another voice came.

Then, a group of people approached.

In its lead was a forty-year-old-looking man who weighed at least 300 pounds. His bushy eyebrows only accentuated his boorish and brutish appearance.

“Patriarch Sullivan…”

Flynn greeted him with a bright smile.

An elderly man was sitting on a rock at the foot of Mount Littleroot not too far away. He was wearing a green suit with slightly oversized buttons. It somehow looked a little out of proportion. His face was shriveled, and h