Garnt observed the people from Rona's group, their faces etched with fear and uncertainty. They appeared dirty, their lower clothes tattered and upper half of their body naked, and their overall health seemed compromised. It was evident that they had endured their share of hardships in their journey.
Taking a step forward, Garnt pointed towards his own people, who stood beside him, looking healthy, well-fed, and clean. Their clothing was in good repair, and they carried themselves with an air of confidence and strength.
"Do you want to be like us? Look at how different we are. We have good weapons, clean clothes and many more things that you don't have." Garnt asked, his voice carrying across the silence that had fallen upon the crowd.
