Inside the wooden walls covering all around the settlement was an average-sized, cozy-looking village—well, as cozy as it could look in a black and white setting.
The villagers, small and big, women, men and children surrounded him after the guards told everyone what he had gone through. Some old ladies took him to a nearby hut, gave him water, food, and a place to sleep after sucking all the information out of him that they could get. He had to make a random story on the spot. The villagers were strangely human and so lifelike. This was one scary ability.
Damian cautiously heard the movement going on outside his hut. After a while, it had calmed down, and mostly everyone had gone back to their chores. The old ladies had told him he was to rest for the afternoon, and in the evening the chief would decide what his fate would be. Damian had no intention of staying for that long.
