There were eight people, each a Neophyte. Four of them had golden hair with draconic features on their skin.
They stopped a distance away from Liam and Irys. Irys became wary and brandished her blade, prepared to fight at any time.
One of the people was Leona. Galadrian had told her Liam was here. Looking at Liam's appearance made her worried.
The others in her group wanted to move closer, but Leona raised her hand. "Stop, they are not enemies," she said.
The group with golden hair looked at Liam, one of the women glaring at him with hatred while the rest were filled with curiosity.
One of the golden-haired men spoke. "You must be Liam, right? What are you doing here?"
Liam looked at them, recognizing Leona but not the others. Given his weakened state, he didn't tell Irys to lower her guard.
"There's no time for that. All of you should be related to Elly. Help her," he said, glancing downward towards the sea.
