"Who goes there?" The dwarf glanced backward to see a youth standing outside the circle surrounded by ogres.
They had seen this youth before, and they had spent the evening together.
He had a cute smile, but lacked confidence when speaking, which giving off people an aura of timidity.
He was the one who had suggested leaving the group at dinner.
As it turned out, a change in demeanor could drastically alter one's perception.
The youth wore simple clothes that befitting his age, his golden hair appearing slightly dull in the dim moonlight.
However, no one could ignore the mocking glint in his blue eyes when he smiled.
"What do you want?" The dwarf's expression turned cautious.
"Oh, nothing much," the youth grinned, then made a mocking bow. "Thanks to you lot holding off the ogres, I could safely leave the Duskvale Plateu."
So, this youth had been following them all along.