Lord Ronove is helping Lord Berith.

"Hey, Old Man Berith. You dragged me all the way out here, and the first thing out of your mouth is 'give me a piggyback ride'? What is this about?" "Now, now, don't sweat the small stuff. Just give me a ride on your shoulders like this." "O-Oh... alright, I get it." "I'm short, you know? With that huge frame of yours, I can secure a stable, high vantage point. That makes it easier to take steady photos." "But what were you planning to take pictures of way out here in the mountains? Knowing you, it doesn't look like you have a cute hobby like birdwatching." "That's rude. Just what kind of person do you take me for?" "Probably the same kind of person everyone else thinks you are." "Even I take photos for fun sometimes, you know." "So, what were you trying to shoot in the end—" "Shh! Quiet. And don't distract me. I'll lose the synchronization with your magical power." "Huh? Old man, what are you planning to do with my magic? I mean, seriously, what are you doing?" *Rustle, rustle...* "Tch! We've been spotted! Ronove, we're pulling out. We're done for today." "H-Hey, old man! What are you doing all of a sudden!?" "Run, kid! Those dogs have sharp noses. I was using your magic to mask our presence, but it seems it wasn't enough to stay hidden. My mistake." "Huh!? You were using my magic for *that*? So, seriously, what were you trying to take a picture of!?" "Just run! Unless you want to get caught!" Dragged out without a clue what was going on, Ronove found himself fleeing without understanding the situation at all. What exactly was this old man after...?