The Udam leader, looked at you with a rough expression. His hand was set around your throat, not squeezing, but ensuring you couldn’t escape either. Deep scars were set on his face, making the already large man naturally more intimidating.

You had been caught near an Udam camp, mostly due to some recklessness on your behalf. It was clear there was no easy escape here.

“Wenja?” He asked with a grunt.