He addressed Jake. “Who are you? Why are you here?” It was direct. No punches pulled.
“My name is Jake. I'm from another place. I'm here to save my friend. Who are you?”
“Lars. Of the Cravens. I'm here for the monsters that took my sister from me.”
A boy entered the room and stood next to Lars. He was an adolescent, probably fifteen or sixteen Jake thought. He was a fair looking boy, who seemed out of place in Amatoll. In his hand, he held a long spear. He turned to Lars. “I've not seen him before.”
Lars smiled, his teeth showing through his whiskers. “Don't worry Coop. No one will ever see him again.”
Jake's grip on the shotgun tightened at hearing the words. “I have no fight with you guys. So just leave me be.”
Lars shook his bald pate. “We're hungry. We need food.”
“I have some f
