They're rather polite.
This made Lann breathe a sigh of relief.
Maybe this group of people were just naturally taciturn before.
The Demon Hunter thought optimistically.
These people are tall and thin, looking like malnourished skeletal figures.
But judging by height alone, they can indeed maintain eye level with Lann.
This group of lumberjacks, probably about a dozen, the one who tipped his hat to greet Lann should be a small foreman, as he stepped out, many of the lumberjacks focused their gaze on him.
After taking off his straw hat, the foreman's appearance wasn't far from what Lann imagined.
Rough and messy hair, with a steaming damp heat from work.
Sunken, even hollow, cheeks.
"I'm a lost traveler, I can't even tell if it's morning or afternoon after a nap."
Lann said naturally, as he took out a loaf of bread from the Alchemy Pouch at his lower back and handed it over.
"Could you help me out? This place is unfamiliar, and it's quite distressing."
