"ATLAS!" Nolan shouted from the bottom of his lungs.
Kelton and Alfred, who were close to him, jumped in fear of the sudden shout.
The villagers all stopped their activity and turned toward Nolan. For a moment, silence followed. Only the sound of the crackling fire prevented the atmosphere from becoming dead silent.
A few moments later, a muscular man in his middle forties ran to Nolan.
"Boss, you called me." He said. Considering how fast he arrived, he must have run at full speed. He was not tired at all. But, of course, this was expected of someone as strong as him.
Nolan's eyes widened in realization. He recognized him. And he also got the answer to why he did not act when they got attacked by the wolves.
Atlas was the man who dropped Nolan's sword when trying to chase away the wolves.
"Atlas," Nolan spoke. "We need to talk."
"How do you know my name?" Atlas asked.