Oriana was puzzled, seeing him stop by the entrance. "Aren’t you going inside?"
The young hunter frowned in her direction. They were going on a journey with strangers. It was normal to have certain prudence against people with unknown backgrounds. Though it was rare, there had been stories of travelers robbing or killing others, that was why it was never wrong to be cautious.
’This Orian...he’s just too innocent.’
"Fine," Oriana said, rolling her eyes at him. "I’m tired of walking so I will get in first. You can get in whenever you want."
Just as she was about to head inside, Luke grabbed her hand and pulled her aside.
"After me," she heard him say in that indifferent, toneless voice.
’What is wrong with him?’ Clueless, she shrugged it off as him being his usual temperamental self. She followed close behind and entered the wagon. Four strangers, all men, and with Luke, there were five males inside. She was the only woman, but of course, only she knew that.
’Never mind. What was I expecting? Seems like no woman will want to have six males as company. Do they ride a separate cart...?’
Luke patted the place next to him, seeing her in a daze. "Sit here."
She obediently sat next to Luke who then stretched out his leg as if creating a partition between them and other men inside.
A loud voice could be heard outside, saying that the wagons were about to leave. Oriana felt it was a novel experience to journey with a friend.
"Are you two traveling companions?" one man asked.
"Hmm." Luke replied.
"Going to the capital?"
"Hmm."
"Is this young boy your brother?"
"Hmm."
"Your brother is fair and pretty. I almost thought he was a girl.Perhaps he takes after your mother?"
"Hmm."
"Your mother must be really pretty to have a pretty son like this."
"Hmm."
Oriana almost burst into laughter. ’Poor folks. What I suffer everyday, these men will get a taste of it. Anyone should get a hint by now though after receiving only ’hmm’ in response.’
Those men looked at each other, one frowning, while the others pretending not to notice the awkwardness of the situation. As for the culprit, Luke merely closed his eyes and rested the back of his head against a wooden support, making it clear he didn’t have intentions of talking.
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