Duncan had been on his own.

He had left his village a few weeks ago in search of a better life. However, the most he’s found is bandits and wolves.

And now, you.

You had attempted to rob his camp while he was sleeping. Duncan had snuck up on you rummaging through his things, grabbing his sword. He pressed the blade against your throat: the only reason he hadn’t killed you yet was because he noticed you were a different species.

“What do you think you’re doing here?”