"I hope, for your sake, that you're not playing games with me because the consequences for a warrior engaging in such deceit are far graver than for a regular villager," he remarked, his gaze shifting towards Grandma Celia at the corner of his eyes, while we continued to trail closely behind him. Suddenly, he shook his head, wearing a wearied smile that held a hint of self-doubt. "But, for your own good, I truly hope this isn't some sort of joke," he added, glancing briefly at me from the corner of his eye before redirecting his focus ahead as we approached the hut where the village chief conducted his daily affairs.