An old man was walking this way, hurrying his steps. "Here they come, all newcomers. I understand. Leave them to me; I'll make sure to bring them to the mine on time tomorrow."
The squad leader nodded. "Old Charles is the head of this street. Follow him, and he will take care of you."
Then, with the 'wild folks looking on with gratitude and reluctance to part,' the squad leader sauntered off. Having recruited these wild folk today, he could receive a hefty "headhunting bonus." Heh heh, he truly wished there were more fools like these, all coming out of the mountains to join the city-state.
After the squad leader and his men left, Old Charles looked at these "newcomers," his eyes holding a complex expression—perhaps sympathy, regret, or even a touch of pity.
In the end, he simply said, "Now that you're here, work hard. Come on, let me help you fix up your houses first."
