The settlement's mood shifted the moment Kyle and his group stepped through the gates.
Where moments before there had been panic and cries for help, now there was a wave of gratitude that swept through the dusty streets.
The locals gathered around, showering them with thanks, some bowing deeply, others simply pressing their hands together in silent reverence.
Within minutes, they were led toward the largest building in the settlement—a long, low structure made of sun-baked clay and wood.
Inside, the air was cooler, and the scent of roasted meat and spiced bread drifted warmly through the hall.
A large table had been set, and platters began to appear, filled with fruits, breads, seasoned grains, and skewers of freshly grilled meat.
The chief of the settlement, a lean man with sun-darkened skin and a short, salt-and-pepper beard, stood at the head of the table.
"Please, honored guests. You have saved us from great loss today. This feast is the least we can offer."
