"We are no soldiers!"
"Are we really going to fight?"
"My lord, Praug will fight the druids in Kiti-Gara! We will all die in the chaos!
"My lord, have mercy!"
"Rundel sends word of shelter from the druids, the sylph, and the monsters of the land!"
The group of migrants have found their voice at the port.
Maybe it was the reality that we were heading to a dangerous area, or that their bellies had been filled the night before, giving them some energy.
Some even thought they could seek shelter in the arms of the soldiers of Praug, but now that the large Slooper is in front of them they can't make plans to run away while on water.
When we pulled the vessel to the long port, my attention was drawn to Ubol, and the goblin-looking child could be seen playing in the sand without care.
"Those of you that want to leave, go, I won't stop you."
