As soon as they heard the phrase "form a queue,"
they immediately thought of those unfortunate fellows just now.
They sat on the ground with pale faces, not dead, but not in much better shape either.
Everyone immediately became obedient, having witnessed the toughness of the Bay Territory Soldiers and Yaya's terrifying power.
No one wanted to invite trouble!
"Name?"
"Wolf Fang."
"Age?"
"Seventeen."
"Are you a professional?"
"Level 12 Warrior."
"Where are you from? Why were you captured by the Gray Dwarves?"
"The Gloomy Mines, they captured me to be a slave."
"Do you have any particular skills?"
"Um... does skinning count?"
"It does, but you'll need more professional skills training, go to the back and queue for clothing."
The tall and burly Senior Jackalman Wolf Fang was very cooperative during Famir's inquiry.
This Jackalwere, with its extremely sharp senses, vaguely sensed the immense danger emanating from the Steel Golem.