"Good afternoon, Sir! Is there a place a traveler could stay in the village?" Lee asked a middle-aged man, currently occupied with stretching a wolf hide over a fleshing beam.
The man looked back at him in confusion, then glanced around, and said, "Are you crazy, boy? Go back to where you came from!"
The old woman turned out to be right. It actually took Lee over three months to find the first human settlement. It turned out to be a small village, no more than twenty families.
Before entering it, he took out a large stack of hides from his spatial ring. He prepared them on the way to play the role of a lost hunter, but apparently something was off.
Initially he thought that his ragged looks would work well in this situation, but the villager shooed him away after barely glancing at the tired traveler. This was not how usually people in the country behaved.
"What's wrong? Are there trouble?" He asked the man, but the latter murmured too late! instead of answering.
