The stunned silence that hung over the villagers was broken only by the wind rustling through the trees.
The blood from the wild boar soaked into the ground, and Kyle lowered his sword calmly, its edge still gleaming.
"You can have the meat. Cook it however you want, divide it however you see fit. It's yours."
Kyle said, wiping his blade clean and sheathing it.
The group stared at him as if he had just grown another head. One of the younger men, dirt smudged across his cheek, took a hesitant step forward.
"Why? Why would a noble give us anything?"
He asked.
Kyle didn't flinch.
"Because I'm not here to take. I'm here to offer something in return."
A few of the villagers narrowed their eyes, immediately suspicious again. One of the older women crossed her arms.
"Then what is it you really want?"
Kyle didn't beat around the bush.
I'm recruiting. For an army."