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-We are hunters. We don’t fight. We hunt.
-I understand. – Marcus Lucius added shortly.
The older man hawked and continued:
-They are known as men from Pictavia. They try to conquer southern and central parts of the island every now and then. We try to live our lives. We avoid the fights, but when we’re forced to fight, then we fight. Our fate is simple and predefined. We appreciate the support of everyone who follows the same goals.
Marcus Lucius nodded, but kept silence. The old man’s fingers trembled a bit.
-We know that your soldiers rested last months and are not prepared to fight. – The other elder spoke. He had snowy brows and white hair. His eyes glued. It wasn’t easy to understand his intentions.
-Attacks of the men from North are rather less probable in the time of winter. – The third elder spoke. He had eyes like coals and he seemed to be the youngest and burly. His statement could be analysed from different perspectives. Marcus Lucius couldn’t estimate the attitude of the speaker.
-I understand your worries. During the winter, we keep training our soldiers. You have my word for it. – Marcus Lucius promised. – We keep patrolling the surrounding and will protect you as far as we can, with every day even better.
The elders looked at each other. There was an unknown tension, not mentioned yet, and it hung in the air and bounded the local inhabitants with a touch of missing trust. It was their piece of information that didn’t suit to what was said in this meeting.