The Traveler: Martial Druid

Chapter 27

As she looked at the oncoming crowd, Gail frowned in annoyance.

Just from their get-up, it was obvious that all of them were dirt poor.

It was to be expected considering they didn't use the express entrance.

However, Gail couldn't stop hoping that she might be able to find a-

'Jackpot!'

She would have shouted in joy if she hadn't stopped herself at the last minute.

In front of her there were two idiots, one of them was almost twice her size and his body was covered in scars. From his ginger hair tied into a braid, Gail guessed that he must be a Horvaardian. She didn't want to mess with him as Horvaardians were known to be barbaric people but the real mark was the naive-looking boy standing next to him.

He was barefooted and wearing a black fur shirt that was crudely made from wolf skin. He had jet-black hair which was slightly uncommon, probably a Buhrakian. His unkempt hair and dirty body screamed that he was a beggar. He was probably a poor sod that had offended his khan and had t