It turned out that what came were four people dressed in primitive clothes wearing shoes and various accessories. They seemed to be from Acornhull, but the four of them didn't show that they were merchants. They did not bring transport animals but only had sacks of goods which seemed to be only enough to be filled with their own provisions.
"Good evening, nameless tribesmen!" The leader of the group, a tall, middle-aged man with hair in a small braid, greeted in an enthusiastic tone. I feel familiar with the man's face. I'm Heath of Acornhull!"
"Hmmm...." The woman with the wrinkled face next to Heath, pale-skinned, silver-haired, and slender but muscular, checked the surroundings by holding up a torch. "Looks like there's just been a big fight here... Ah, it's really rude of me not to introduce myself. My name is Anca, and this man is my first child, Miro. The girl over there is Runa. The youngest."