Sam looked at the twenty-nine people who are all wearing cloaked clothes. In fact, Sam could nicely blend in.
But he is not supposed to ask that because of the killing intent that the twenty-nine members emitting. It is not an appropriate thing to ask or even think about.
He looked at the person whose hand was mangled and blood is seeping out.
That man is an elf and Sam could only guess that from the scent of the blood. These guys are that covered up. Except for the Centaurs though. Only their faces and the torso are covered. Their body is too big and huge to hide.
A person who is similarly cloaked walked forward and looked at Sam before asking.
"Who are you?"
"Someone you might be looking for."
The person who seemed to be the leader of the group narrowed his eyes and looked at Sam carefully. It is as if he is trying to pick on anything that could give Sam's identity away.
"Why would we look for you?"
