Seeing Robson arrive, the soldiers parted to make way for him.
The warriors of the Cavalry Team escorted the captive Centaur warriors before the Gnoll and Kobold lines.
In truth, it was less a military formation and more a mob of armed males surrounding a group of women, children, and the elderly.
The Gnolls at the front snarled as the humans approached, as if trying to bolster their own morale.
Robson wasted no words. He drew the sword from his waist, planted it in the ground, and stared at the Gnolls.
"Who is your leader? I'm not here to fight you," Robson said.
The Gnolls glanced at each other, but no one stepped forward.
"Who among you is in charge?" Robson asked again.
This time, the Gnoll warriors began to mutter amongst themselves, debating the humans' intentions.
