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"Welcome to our tribe, Gentle Outsider. I am Neman the current leader of the Gentle Cradle Tribe."
Raven inspected him briefly and saw that, just like the rest of the people in the tribe, he too is in a bad state. His back was bent, his robes were extremely dirty, all of his teeth are missing, his skin was wrinkled and has a few black patches which looked like a skin disease, he's also incredibly skinny, almost as if he haven't eaten anything for weeks. In all honesty, Raven thought that it was a miracle that this old man is still alive.
"Nice to meet you, Tribe Leader Neman. My name is Raven, please excuse my intrusion to your tribe."
"It's alright." Neman said in a dry voice, it was then followed by a fit of coughing which sounded very dry. Raven hurriedly took out a jug of water and placed it on his lips gently.
