"Wait, what if this guy is a quest-related NPC?!"
"That would be perfect, the key NPC is my Corpse Ghost, hehehe..."
"Damn, what do you want to do?!"
"Quick! Hold him down!"
The Undead who were sharpening their knives one moment began arguing amongst themselves the next.
Sak watched the difficult-to-communicate bunch with a tense expression, fearing that one wrong word might provoke them and bring disaster upon himself.
As he was growing anxious, a woman clad in a black robe suddenly appeared in the shadows of the forest.
Her expression was stern, her eyes sharp, much like a leopard active in the jungle. A pair of cat ears stood atop her head, nearly blending with her long black hair.
Beastman?
Or... the legendary Demon?
Sak eyed her warily, vaguely sensing a powerful aura from her, one that was not inferior to the strong figures of the Wind Roar Tribe.
"Quiet."
