Dominic looked at the sad assembly of peasants in dismay.
While they might have resorted to banditry to survive, they clearly weren't good at it.
They were all in threadbare clothes, their packs were empty, and they were all hungry. They were clearly all farmers, as they had brought essential tools with them, including more than a dozen donkeys.
Not as powerful as oxen, but good enough for a small plow and other farm equipment.
"Well, I had heard that you resorted to unsavoury methods to survive, but you don't look like a bunch of hardened criminals to me." Dominic chuckled.
One of the women, a thick-armed demihuman with the characteristic misshapen face that spoke of Ogre heritage, chuckled.
"Near to wet myself when I heard that there was a Dragonkin Duke here. I thought the leader might be desperate enough to try something stupid." She insisted.
