The air in the village became tense as Garnt observed the approaching group. Recognizing familiar faces from Baktou's group, he felt a knot tighten in his stomach. The villagers gathered, exchanging worried glances as Garnt, with a furrowed brow, descended from the wall to confront the unexpected visitors.
"What's going on here?" Garnt questioned, concern etched across his face. "Why are you all here? Is something wrong with Baktou and the mining village?"
The group exchanged uneasy glances before one of them, a man who was supporting Baktou, stepped forward hesitantly. "Patriarch, things have changed in the mining village since the last battle. Baktou... he's not the same."
Garnt's eyes narrowed with worry. "Not the same? What happened?"
