Viktor's mouth twitched. He didn't say a word, but he watched the exchange with mild amusement. They literally brought a massive wild boar—a beast Viktor himself had effortlessly snapped the neck of and helped them hunt while they were on the way here, since the bandit women had been too distracted and exhausted to hunt properly.
Before the crowd could panic at the sight of strangers, Lira raised her hands. "Listen up! These two are guests. Not hostages. Treat them with respect."
As they walked further into the camp, every child, adult, and elder turned their gaze toward the newcomers. But they didn't look at Viktor. They looked at Gwen.
"An elf..." a little girl whispered, her eyes shining with absolute awe. "A real elf!"
