He stood a little taller than I did.
His face was pale as snow, and his hair a deep azure, matching the color of his eyes. A faint pressure settled over my chest as I looked at him.
'He's... strong.'
I couldn't quite make out his strength, but it wasn't far off from mine.
"Huh? Who are these... people?"
It was the man's voice that finally caught the attention of the old man and the burly man. The two both turned in our direction, their bodies tensing with caution.
It was the little girl who explained, "They are people that Ilyen brought over. They apparently helped him get here. He also says that they have food. I think this is good. The more survivors, the better."
"Food?! Did you just say food?!"
The moment food was mentioned, the old man's eyes lit up.
The way he looked at me was also a lot more welcoming.
"If that's the case, what are you waiting for? Please come in. Come in."
He smiled, exposing his crooked teeth.
