Ivan and Lorson stood rooted in contemplation, an overwhelming wave of confusion crashing upon Lorson. The situation before them – the enigmatic quest, the armed figures – left him uncertain about the best course of action. Lorson had a knack for cunning words, but he sensed that this armored group wasn't likely to be receptive. In his mind, two choices loomed: Fight or flee.
On the other hand, Ivan appeared to be brewing something more calculated in the depths of his silence. His contemplative demeanor hinted at the workings of a strategic mind, crafting plans and schemes within the recesses of his thoughts. His reverie was shattered by the relentless inquiry of the stern figure.
"I asked, who are you?" the man's voice boomed again.
"We are travelers from a distant land, drawn by tales of your noble warfare. We sought to lend our strength to your cause by joining your ranks," Ivan began, weaving his fabrication.
