The scout was a man named Rob who had come here three days ago. After talking with Matthew, he had finally realized that the ones who had come up the mountains were his own people, which was when he finally conceded.
By the time Ning had left him out of his clutches, the man was gasping for breath.
"You nearly killed me," the man grunted as he massaged his neck.
"Not any more than what you did," Ning said, reaching for his back. It was going to get sore, sadly.
"Hey, it's not my fault I'm doing my job. How am I supposed to know you were not an enemy?" the scout said, turning toward Matthew. "Commander Matthew, you should be aware that everyone is restricted from going through these woods. Only us scouts are allowed here."
"I am aware," Matthew said. "We would not have come this way had it not been an emergency."
The scout looked surprised. "Emergency?" he asked. "Did you come to deliver that message, Commander? That doesn't sound right."
