The tents fluttered as the wind howled. Beside the tent, the fire crackled as a bunch of people gathered around it, some roasting meat, while the others conversed with each other.
The fire was rather small, almost as if burning too much wood would make them the center of attention.
Elara, a woman built lean and hard, her crimson hair cropped short enough to avoid falling into her gaze, spat into the flames, disgust evident in her gaze. "Did you see their fur and pointed ears, almost like animals in people's clothing?"
Thomas nodded while cleaning his blade with a rag.
He had a rather tall build, and his bulging muscles were defined. But even at a glance, he appeared like a person who hated to run his mouth.
There was another person, a rather young-looking individual who sat apart from the others. His tousled brown hair was unkempt, and even as he sat, he appeared rather timid.
Especially with his knees drawn to his chest.
