Asarmose steps into the cottage first.
There were exactly eight people seated in the living room including Elara and Aldric. The place looked crowded, and all eyes turned to him.
"You are not from this land," a short man with jet black hair, a deep voice, and small wrinkles around his eyes says as a matter of fact.
"That is correct," Asarmose says, gliding to a chair furthest from the 'leaders'. "Like I told the others, I am a traveler. I did not specify which land I came from."
"But you do not act like one," the man said, still skeptical about this stranger.
"How so?", Asarmose says. His eyes narrowed, spotting a threat.
Before another word was uttered, Alistair stepped in.
No longer covered in soot, he looked different—less like a grunt and more like a noble in rags. The man was about to speak again when Aldric stepped in.
