"Who are you?" The voice was sharp and shallow, it came between the ragged breathing of the village leader.
But the words that followed were nothing he could have expected.
"It doesn't matter who we are… What matters is we know who you are, and that we are here to help…."
We're here to help…. The mere insinuation sent chills down the village elders spine. The masked man was clearly no layman. He had never seen someone so well equipped outside of soldiers that existed before the world ended in ice and blood.
But the pattern of the intruder's uniform and equipment was something he had no recollection of.
No… this wasn't a soldier… This was something else entirely. And it had come to his doorstep preaching of lending a helping hand.
He would be a fool to trust anything this unannounced guest could say. And yet… desperation had long since replaced caution.
The man quickly looked down at the little girl named marry, his daughter, and reached down to grab her shoulders.
