Everyone looked at the tall muscular guy who was standing some distance away,glaring at them in warning.
"Luke, don't meddle in this. This skinny herbalist hurt Frank first!" one boy from the group yelled.
Luke ignored him and looked at Oriana. "Don't you want to go hunting?" His voice was firm and commanding.
'Hunt?' Oriana looked at him in surprise, but then understood. "Ah, I was coming to you after I dropped stuff at home, but these people kept pestering me."
"Let's go, or we'll be late," he told her while helping her pick the bread and herbs on the ground.
However, the group of boys stormed towards the more imposing Luke. Though they were younger and not as strong as Luke, they were brave with their number advantage of eight versus two.
"Luke, he hurt our friend. You cannot take him away without letting him pay for it," one of the boys said.
Luke didn't even turn to look at them, as he spoke in a low, deep voice.
