Alaric

I was lying in the spilled-over ingredient earlier while Maddox shielded himself by the wood that holds the tent in place.

He had taken the arrow in a swift, possibly to know which clan owns that.

"Who do you think they are?" I asked as he was accessing the arrow but more kept flying at us.

"Bandits," he replied, and immediately, a barbaric-looking man trampled inside the tent.

Not alone but with many. Good, now I have something to pour out my frustration and hunger on.

I drew out my ...