After Croakatoa shrank in the corner, everyone in the conch house returned to the topic.
"Since you talked about the dry-skinned that attacked us, then you should know something right?" The village elder asked, his cheeks puffed as he stared straight at Vela.
"Those people that attacked you are the bandits of the Society of the Secret Eye. They found a sea route, and want to conquer this tidal flat to change it into a harbor to allow them to smuggle their way to the Western Continent."
It wasn't classified information in the first place, so she told the elder the information about the enemy.
"We are the adventurers from the town outside the Valley of the Tragic Dead. We've had some small conflicts with the Society of the Secret Eye too, so we can help you."
"It isn't like you dry-skinned to be so generous."