"What a strange group." A man whispers.
"Yeah, why would they come here?" Another questions.
"Probably looking for a new place to hide is my guess." A woman answers.
The whispers around me felt more like confused people than anything else, people not really understanding anything that's going on. I brushed off the whispers before getting us back to the path.
That guild hall of Obsidian Covenant couldn't be much further so we continue to look as we travel the road.
I'm surprised you just brush it off now.
I am pretty positive that we aren't the first ones to come here, they probably deal with refugees or something. Survivors who got caught outside the city during the wrong times.
So to me it really isn't that big of a deal to hear some whispers when people used to call me worst names.
I'm not part of the junker life anymore so this isn't something that I should let trouble me anymore. We're here to find out about what's going on.
