Ayra and Rona rushed forward, pushing through the crowd to reach Garnt. "Garnt! What happened? Are you alright?" Ayra called out, her voice filled with worry. Kara was also there, but she didn't look like she was in her right mind, as she looked like she had seen a ghost with her face looking rather pale.
Just thinking about the possibility of all that blood on Garnt being his own, she felt like puking because of the pressure she felt.
Garnt spared a quick glance in their direction, a small smile breaking through his intense expression. "I'm fine, Ayra. It's Huta who needs our help. We'll talk later. Kara, quickly ask the best student of my mother to come and meet me at the stable."
The crowd buzzed with speculation, confusion, and concern as Garnt made his way towards the makeshift stable. Villagers exchanged anxious glances, wondering if their peaceful village was now facing a threat.
