Outsiders(4)

A heavy silence followed the question, thick and unmoving like a stagnant pool of water. The gathered warriors exchanged glances, some gripping their weapons tighter, others waiting with barely restrained anticipation. The wind carried only the distant cries of seabirds and the rustling of the trees.

Aron inhaled deeply, steadying himself. His fingers twitched slightly, but he forced them still. Slowly, deliberately, he rebuilt his smile, the same friendly one he had used earlier

"You are free to do so," he said at last, his voice breaking the silence with an eerie calm. "Slit my throat, storm the camp, take everything you find and claim it for yourselves."

A few of the tribesmen blinked in confusion at the way he so easily invited his own death, but Aron only chuckled softly before continuing.