Saria acknowledged his words with a nod, stepping towards the metal caged pot. She was cautious, ensuring her hand found the hook below the pot as Orion had instructed.
Slowly, she began to pull it out, allowing the heated stones and the remaining burning wood to drop into the bottom of the pot.
However, just as she was about to proceed, Stronghold Leader Drakar's figure suddenly appeared beside Saria, his hand gripping her wrist tightly.
With a tight-lipped expression due to the discomfort of the intense grip, Saria's features tensed. She turned her head to the side, her gaze locking onto Stronghold Leader Drakar's fierce eyes. Her voice held a wave of annoyance as she questioned, "What's the meaning of this, Stronghold Leader Drakar?" Her brows furrowed further as she added, "I hardly think we're on familiar terms for you to be clutching my wrist so forcefully."
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