The voice was crisp and pleasing to the ear.
But it made Pendragon, who was yawning, freeze in his tracks.
The Orange Cat slowly closed its mouth, trying to look indifferent as it glanced in the direction of the sound. Four young people—three men and a woman—were approaching from the direction of Mount Gale Town. The two young men carried bows and hunting knives, and the woman was carrying a basket. The exclamation that had sprung up came from one of the women.
She was dressed in simple cloth, adorned with no jewelry, yet her face lacked any signs of tiredness or hunger. Clearly, she came from a wealthy farming family, possibly with some property to its name.
The three young men by her side had a similar air.
'Picking wild fruit and hunting in their spare time to supplement their family income?'
Arthur speculated about the group of four before him.
