The Wanderer’s hand is firm as it squeezes your own, dragging you further into the damp forest.

The moment he decides you’re far away enough from civilization, he spins around, revealing the scowl on his face.

“Why were you looking at them like that?”

He grabs your shoulders tightly, his brows furrowing.

“That merchant, why were you being so friendly to them? They don’t deserve your attention.”