Ragnar's eyes swept across the faces of the onlookers, and a smile quickly settled on his face.
At the moment, only the sound of the cool evening breeze drifting by could be heard at the settlement.
Ragnar and Noah now stood in the middle of corpses with confident looks on their faces.
The onlookers, standing at the entrances of their huts, stared at the two of them with expressions ranging from surprise and fear to delight and confusion.
Seeing these expressions, Ragnar knew it was time to act.
"Good people of the eleventh hamlet," Ragnar spoke up in a loud voice, laced with confidence and power.
"My name is Ragnar Yellowwood and this is my friend, Noah," he introduced.
He waited for some sort of response from the confused crowd, but there was none. He smiled and continued.
Ragnar narrated how they found the three young ladies being assaulted and risked their lives to rescue them from the hands of their assaulters.
