The new group of slaves stood still as their eyes swept over Jinn's companions.
Then, all at once, their expressions shifted.
"H-Hey, is that a Drakkar…?"
"Careful! I heard they eat people. Raw!"
Whispers spread around like a wildfire, some were even subtly gripping the hilts of their weapons tighter in instinct at the sight of Garan.
*Sigh...
The girl leading them let out a long sigh and moved forward—slow and steady as she walked towards Jinn's party.
Before she halted just a few feet away.
*Shhhk!
The sound of blade leaving its sheath cut through the air as Jinn stepped forward, his sword pointed at the girl's neck—the crimson hue of the blade glistening as she stared at it.
"State your business."
The girl froze.
Slowly, she raised her arm in a sign of peace.
Her gaze then shifted, not towards Jinn's blade but to the group behind him.
