The farmer shouldered his rifle, and two of his friends stepped forward and dragged Luna out of the tent by her shoulders.
“Hey!” Asta shouted, scrambling towards her, but Luna held out a hand.
“Don’t provoke them!” she said. The farmer was now talking animatedly, gesticulating towards a field on the plain below them which was filled with livestock – giant boars, rumbling around the pasture and butting each other gently. “I think he thinks we poached our meat from his farm.”
“But-” Asta began, and then stopped herself. She tried to remember what little she had learned about uncontacted peoples in history.
The fact she kept coming back to was how badly it usually went for the civilised folks in those stories.

Chapter Five