The Guardian studies his surroundings. He can count only two of them, if there are more, they're probably hidden. As the Ladder does the talking, he advances, stopping by the campfire. His posture is relaxed, he acknowledges the man's suspicious movement.
His hand produces a cigarette pack from his pocket, he slips one - lit - between his lips, pushing the pack close with the back of his hand, then he speaks.
"Relax, he's telling the truth. We have no reason to pick a fight. Rather, we're here to ask for a favor. Which I assure you, we are more than willing to repay", he says, his eyes glued to the campfire, inhaling the aroma of the cooked food.
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