However, his enthusiasm dimmed as he hesitated, realizing a harsh truth—unlike Rakan, he and his people weren't fighters. Looking at the Winters' men, battle-hardened and capable, it was clear they were either mercenaries or soldiers, skilled in combat just like Rakan and his group.
It made sense that they would accept Rakan—he had value, he was strong.
But what about them?
They were just civilians, with no real fighting ability. Would they be seen as nothing more than a liability? Just another set of mouths to feed?
One of the Winters' men noticed the older man's hesitation and the doubt flickering across his face. He understood the concerns—these people posed no threat, and their priority was clearly the safety of the children.
As a way to show gratitude for their help, he decided to extend an offer, knowing how desperately they were searching for a secure place to stay.
