Tidy hair, strong and sturdy body, bright eyes, thick and powerful arms. These were the characteristics of the high-level Jackalan who had built the Kingdom of Gray Mane on the Mannheim Coast.
These were the characteristics of civilized people, civilized races, and people who knew modesty and etiquette.
Kant's eyes told him the truth.
The forces of the Kingdom of Gray Mane, who had once been in an unknown location, did not know where they were, and did not know when they would arrive, had already spread their forces to the south side of the Nahrin desert, carefully exploring this place.
"Damn it."
Kant squinted his eyes, lowered his head, and cursed softly.
Those ten or so brand new tents were enough to fortold that the crisis had come again.
