There were about twenty people in this group.
The leaders were a man and a woman. They stayed tightly united, as though constantly guarding against attacks from any direction.
When Xu Nan encountered them, they were drawing water.
There were free water stations in the supply village, but most people would go to an inn for a drink and buy something tasty afterward. Only extremely impoverished travelers would endure the bitter winter cold to take away some unfrozen cold water.
These people did not look poor enough for that—if they were, it would at least show in their complexions and builds.
Yet they only collected some cold water before preparing to leave.
Many people watched them, but they paid no attention.
From the moment they entered the village to the moment they took their water and left, they seemed utterly out of place in their surroundings.
Their mounts were exceptionally sturdy ponies. These ponies were not very fast and might not have seemed particularly useful on the southern plains, but in the northern snowfields, these cold-resistant ponies were almost the finest mounts available.
They were highly disciplined, yet they did not resemble an army. They supported one another and came and went in a hurry.
Xu Nan took a quick look and memorized the emblem woven into their braids.
Then he casually looked it up.
To his surprise, the internal database actually returned a result this time.
Dark Moon Druids: shapeshifters who served the Spirit of the Dark Moon. They possessed both elven and human blood, yet did not fit in with most humans or elves...
"Druids?"
"In the dead of winter, we can still run into druids? And not one traveling alone, but a whole group?"
Xu Nan was somewhat curious. Since he had nothing else to do, he