Why do I make such bad choices? Why is my luck so bad? Arun thought as he stared at the two women before him.
"Hands in the air!" one of them yelled.
"Ah.. What?" he said, thinking that he should act lost and tired. Thinking that it might lead these guys to lower their guards later on.
"He is native Sam," the other girl said, "He doesn't know what hands up means,"
Arun felt someone walking on him from his back, but he didnt dare to turn around. And soon found a cold blade on his neck, "But he does understand common tongue," came a familiar voice from behind, "Throw your weapons gently to the side. Otherwise, you will find your neck in quite a predicament, adventurer,"
He slowly took off his bag, bow, and threw his quiver to the side. After he was done, the woman in the back then patted him from head to toe, and after she had determined that he had nothing, she made him turn around. And to say at least, Arun was quite surprised to see tanned, white hair beauty before him.
