"Grahk? Who'y? Mean take land? Filth our wa'ra?"
"What? What did you say?" As he saw the big man's expression darken after receiving no reply, Myne couldn't help but ask, his face full of confusion, he really couldn't understand what he was trying to say.
"Bind! Drag to Grar! He say, do with fool!" The long-bearded man didn't repeat himself. Instead, he ordered his men and kicked his wolf's flank to turn around and head back towards the village.
Before Myne could fully understand what was happening, he saw two men quickly dismount their wolves, hemp ropes in hand, and approached him with unfriendly expressions. Not wanting to escalate the situation, Myne decided to comply and see what these muscular weirdos were up to. After all, he could always escape with his portal skill if things went south.
Myne was easily tied up and forced to walk towards their village without resistance. While everyone else rode wolves, giving him a prisoner-like feeling.
