In front of the players, a group of people appeared, both male and female, old and young, dressed in simple, plain clothing made of crude cotton and linen, holding pitchforks and hoes, with expressions of fear and terror.
These people generally had pale skin and thin builds,
The few men standing at the front were slightly better, stronger, holding iron swords and shields, seemingly the village guards.
"Brave adventurers from afar, we are the guardians of the Sacred Mountain."
An elderly man with white hair, leaning on a cane, stepped out from the crowd, looked at the players, and showed a somewhat obsequious smile, "Our village has guarded the Sacred Mountain for generations, welcoming and scrutinizing all pilgrims attempting to enter the Sacred Mountain for worship—although the last time someone came for pilgrimage was fifty years ago...
Anyway, can I see the Proof of Bravery you carry?"
Proof of Bravery?
