"Are you the ones always feeding these little runts? These pests don't leave the town because you keep on feeding them!"
Sofia was still a bit flustered with what Viel was saying. It wasn't every day that her thoughts were filled with normal thoughts that the average woman her age should have. But now, it was quickly disrupted with multiple ideas of how to torture the 3 men that were currently approaching them.
The man leading the group had a huge scar plastered on his face. His strides were wide and arrogant as if he owned the streets of Taucher himself. The 2 men following behind him were the same, spitting on the ground as they stared at the children, who were now cowering in fear.
Some of them immediately ran away upon seeing them, while some hid behind Sofia and Viel. Viel was slightly surprised as he felt a small hand suddenly holding his hand, but still, he didn't move in fear that he might hurt whoever the owner of the hand was.
