Zach's eyes darkened as he looked at the Ugri guard.
"Is that it?" He asked. "Is that your reaction when you hear innocent people are dying like flies to some crazy arsonists?"
The guard shrugged.
"If that's all you have to say, you four can take your leave now. Go back to the elves, Borso. The lower floors are too much for you." The guard dismissed them.
Zach and Borso took a step back.
"Who is he for him to speak to disrespectfully?" Zach asked. He was pretty sure that this was important news. But the Ugri guard didn't care.
Borso shrugged.
"That's how most people in the Ugri tribe are," he admitted. He was the same. He had only started to change after spending time with Zach and the elves in Viomin's village.
Zach made a full turn, scanning the horizon. The Ugri tribe was a dead end.
