"Is that you, revered lady?" Zayn opened the front gate and was surprised to find the villagers had come all the way to the southwest on foot.
"I am Nia, Nia Rosarie. Do you remember? I am the priestess and herbalist in the village you visited two and a half days ago." Nia put her hand on her upper chest as she introduced herself again.
"Hm, yeah. I didn't expect to see you again so soon. Your group consists of two women and four men. May I know why you went so far from your safe village and came all this way here?" Zayn checks the people around Nia with his inner eye, the spiritual vision. They weren't strangers, but it would never hurt to be on guard.
They only brought rudimentary weapons. Apart from the two men carrying rifles, the others only had knives and machetes. There was better equipment for wading through the forest. However, their torches weren't just for casual lighting. It had the signature scent of zombie-repellent herbs.
