Victor kept his hand firmly on the hilt of his sword, his eyes fixed on the stranger. Hektor and the other travelers waited behind him, tension palpable in the air. Aluella and Wanda were just ahead of him, ready to act at any moment.
"A group of mercenaries, you say?" Victor asked, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the hooded man. "And why should we trust your words?"
The man stepped forward, his hands raised in a peaceful gesture. "I understand your mistrust, but I'm not your enemy. My name is Eamon, and I too am a traveler, an observer of the roads. I saw your group approaching and felt the need to warn you. These mercenaries are known for ambushing caravans and stealing whatever they can. They are well armed and show no mercy."
Victor exchanged a quick glance with Aluella and Wanda. Experience had taught them not to dismiss any warning, no matter how suspicious. Aluella stepped forward, her eyes shining with determination.
