They were terrified that we were just jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire—and in their eyes, we were the fire.
"You think we're just going to make a mess and vanish, leaving you to clean up the blood," I said, my voice grounding and calm. I understood the dilemma. Why trust the 'new' monsters to fight the 'old' monsters?
I walked over to Damar and Fenric, standing between them and the rabbits to act as a bridge.
"Listen," I said, looking the elder in the eye. "We didn't come here to start a war, but we did take your offering. We don't leave debts unpaid. We aren't just going to 'scuffle' and leave. If we deal with these Martens, we're going to make sure they never think about touching a single rabbit again."
We shall become the nightmare of those arrogant creatures.
Fenric crossed his arms, his broad frame casting a long shadow over the grass under the shadow of the moon.
