The edge of the refugee camp.
In a makeshift tent that appeared several times larger than the others.
A group of burly men were gathered inside.
"Boss, those nobles are distributing food now," said a man covered in scars.
Among them, a man with a visibly larger and bulkier build sat in the main seat, his face full of muscle.
"And those people from the Holy Light Church, they are treating those cowardly wastes."
"Will we be discovered?"
"What are you afraid of? Kill them all."
"That's right, seize their weapons and sacrifice these noble trinkets to Our God!"
"I've killed enough of those screaming wastes."
These brawny men bantered and then started laughing wildly.
The veins in their necks bulged, their eyes tinged with crimson.
"Shut up, you fools."
The burly man in the main seat glanced at these cultists, and once it quieted down, he said, "There's nothing to panic about. If they don't do this, the refugee camp will overturn them soon."
