"Don't be scared. They won't really hurt you. Just stay out of their way," he said distractedly, slowing to a walk. He didn't seem to be breathing very hard, his gaze harsh and alert.
He stopped and turned to her, his gaze already disapproving. “Alright, Price. You have to listen to me very carefully here, okay?”
"We're about to go into an abandoned Pillager camp. If I tell you to leave, you leave, okay? If I tell you to run, you run. If I tell you to leave me behind, you leave me behind. If I tell you to club me over the head, you do it. Do you understand?"
She nodded understandingly, before looking up. "Quick question.. In what scenario would I have to club you over the head?"
He shrugged slightly. "I don't know, but if I were to ask you, I would need you to do it, no questions asked."
He began to move forward as the sun broke over the horizon, painting the sky with vibrant reds and oranges.
They eventually came across a camp. Huts made of unidentified material stood, and there came a distinct smell of rotting flesh. The fire pit in the center was dead, although there were some remains of some sort of meat in the center. It didn't seem like there had been a struggle; more like the group had simply decided to move on.
