It took the locals by surprise. The sudden collapse of their leader. They looked at him and saw his white eyes staring back at him.
They weren't sure whether he was even breathing, but then few of them saw his chest move, and they let out a collective sigh of relief.
"Ra'Gah!"
The locals shouted, trying to wake him up, but he was deep asleep, like he hadn't slept in weeks or months.
Then, Fang Raon tore apart the rope that bound his arms, and he slowly stood up—scaring the locals.
They backed away—their arms holding the makeshift spears trembling—it didn't seem like they were that familiar with fighting.
"I am not here to fight."
Fang Raon said with a calm voice and raised his hand, like he was signaling them to lower the spears.
The locals looked at each other. They didn't know what to do. They didn't think that Fang Raon worked with the Ice Elves.
However.
Ra'Gah usually did the thinking for them.
"Lower the spears…"
