As Olivia stepped out of the stone house, Damon followed closely behind. Liliana trailed behind them, arms folded, clearly unimpressed by the entire exchange. No sooner had the door shut behind them than a handful of villagers rushed toward the house, concern written all over their faces.
"Village Head! Are you alright?" one of them called, knocking hastily.
Another one, a younger man with a pitchfork still in hand, shot a wary glance toward Liliana's back. "Did they threaten you? Did they hurt you?"
Liliana scoffed, loud enough for them to hear. "Cowards. If you wanted to protect him, you would have come inside when we went in. but you only came to accuse us for the hazards later. You only want a chance to gossip or spread rumors."
"Liliana," Olivia said sharply, shooting her a glance over her shoulder. Her voice was low but firm. "They are not worth it."
