We complied immediately, of course.
We aren't here to antagonize them in any way, so we have no motives not to do so.
Huh? What's that lang… ohhhh Shalia is speaking in the Elvish language. It feels so familiar, though.
The guys who appeared in front of us look as surprised as me. I guess they didn't recognize her as an elf at first?
At least the one who looks like he is the commander of this group is answering her, and the hostility in his voice has subsided a bit.
I don't understand a single word, and yet, I can't help feeling this sense that I already know that language from somewhere.
After some back and forth, Shalia turns to us.
"They agreed to take us to their village. But we will have to yield our weapons to them for the entire time we're within the forest limits."
"Sounds good to me."
I was half expecting them to want to have us blindfolded until we reach the village, so just giving our weapons is good enough.
