Chương 158: Village Amidst the Cold

As the group approached the village, no more poison-dart-shooting monkeys tried attacking them. One stood on each watchtower on either side of the wooden gate, but they only stared down at the group through their wooden rectangular tribal masks, and didn't attack.

It would seem that whoever was ordering these monkeys around had heard the group's conversation, and now knew they weren't hostile. Earlier, the monkeys probably attacked because Ragnar was joking around about wanting to fight another player and all that, though it really wasn't a joke.

Right as Cyanide stepped up to the gate, they opened slowly, and out walked a group of people roughly anywhere from 20 to 40 years of age. They appeared to be mostly male, and the one leading them, wearing a heavy fur cloak, held a wary look in his eyes.

"… Are you all players?" He asked, scanning over the Cyanide's group.

Rather than responding clearly, Cyanide shot back the same question.

"Are you?"