The air in the cave became heavy at the mention of an abomination. The small crowd instinctively shifted their gaze to Ossa and his group, who were behind Baldrik. They flinched, their gaze meeting the cold eyes of Ossa and his friends, Bel holding a calm expression, unaware the so-called abomination was her.
Sensing the impending danger, Gloin quickly retracted his words, "I... I didn't mean to say that, but... They really shouldn't be allowed in there." He stammered, the cold sweat beading on his brow displaying the fear and anxiety he felt under the gazes of Ossa and his comrades, tangible killing intent directed at him.
"I don't care what you have to say anymore. I made them enter, and I will do it again. If you have any problem with that, prove it with your strength, as our custom demands," Baldrik glared at him, finalizing his words.
He knew if he allowed them to talk further, they might say something irreparable.