"Please don't!" begs an old man wearing tattered clothing. He is disheveled, dirty and shaking.
My hand slowly moved away from him but still hold the dagger tightly.
"Thank you," the old man says. He started to walk toward us limping. He's hurt and we could see pieces of clothing tied on his leg. Blood is still seeping through it. It seems that he was injured not so long ago.
Ciro moved in front of me to protect me from the old man. He doesn't want to trust anyone else after knowing what happened with Raff. He gripped his bow and placed one hand on his back, about to draw an arrow.
"Stand back," says Ciro. "Don't come any closer" he warns the old man.
I look at Ciro and then to the old man, I see the fear in his eyes and loneliness.
"Ciro, it's okay," I told him. The man already
