A hushed tension settled over the dimly lit tent as Arthur felt the weight of every warrior's gaze upon him. Each figure exuded a threatening aura, their eyes fixed on the uninvited guest who dared to infiltrate their clandestine gathering. It was evident why no one had questioned him earlier; this group exuded unshakable confidence.
With a faint smile, Arthur confessed, "I have no gold to offer, and I have no intention of joining your ranks. I already belong to another group."
The Chief turned, his expression stern but not hostile. "Then we must ask you to depart. We're not barbarians; we won't kill you for stumbling upon our base. Leave as you came."
However, doubts lingered among the warriors, one of them voicing his concerns without meeting Arthur's eyes. "What if he's working for Xeloria? We know the city wants us dead for claiming their resources. How can we be certain this man is not a spy?"
