Passive Pillager ((better)) 【EXCLUSIVE — Strategy】

Kaelen sat in silence for a long moment. Then he did something no scout in Verveil had ever done.

In the sun-scorched village of Verveil, a young scout named Kaelen was known for his steady hands and a sharper conscience. He had been tracking a small, separated band of pillagers for three days. These weren't the brutal, horn-helmed marauders of storybooks—just three ragged figures: a weary crossbowman, a pockmarked axe-bearer, and an older woman who carried no weapon, only a worn satchel. passive pillager

The young man’s eyes widened. “And die unarmed?” Kaelen sat in silence for a long moment

It saved more lives than any sword ever could. He had been tracking a small, separated band

“Don’t,” Marrow said, not even looking up from grinding herbs. “He’s not here to fight. Look at his hands.”

The crossbowman tried to stand, winced, and fell back. “Then we die. We have nowhere else.”