"By the way, what's your name?" Rean asked, noticing that he still didn't know this man's name.
The man looked at Rean with a face showing that he still didn't trust Rean that much. Nevertheless, he answered his question. "You can call me Burio."
"Alright, Burio. As I mentioned, I need people who haven't given up on their fates and who don't have attachments to this tribe," Rean explained one more time.
That day in the tribe, humans disappeared from every corner. All of them had something in common as well. They were usually the cause of trouble, with some of them always being punished. As Rean took them one by one, he found out that a few were already dead, just that the others didn't know about it. None of them were surprised, though. Humans were just slaves. If they didn't work at all and kept trying to escape, what could they be used for?
