Heading downstairs, Caira stopped in front of a room and said, "They are inside." It was obvious she wasn't permitted to enter.
Two guards stood watch outside, spears in hand and clad in plated metal armour. They clearly belonged to the Head Village and had been assigned to protect the Chief.
Luke stepped inside and his attention immediately settled on the man waiting within.
The man sat upright on a broad wooden bench, his posture flawless. Judging by the faint lines etched across his face, he appeared to be in his early forties.
He had a lean face framed by grey-black hair and broad shoulders that carried quiet strength. Even while seated, his torso was so tall that he nearly matched Luke's height.
His build was slender rather than imposing, yet the calm, commanding aura surrounding him made him far more intimidating than any display of brute strength ever could.
When the man looked up, his pale green eyes met Luke's.
