As he spoke, Little Lion picked up two wooden spikes from Winters' lap.
Comparing them side by side, he couldn't help but draw in a cold breath. "I thought you were whittling these sticks for fun, after all, they seem too short even for skewering meat. But now I see, they are all identical, without the slightest difference! Ha, this is indeed a unique skill."
Winters made no comment and continued to whittle the spikes.
"Someone has come to see you, Winters." Erhulan said cheerily, leading someone into the tent.
"Greetings and best wishes, Paratu champion, are your injuries feeling any better?" The visitor entered the tent and respectfully presented a small gift package. "My master sent me to visit you."
The visitor unexpectedly spoke in fluent Common Tongue, which until then only three people in the camp could speak: Winters, Erhulan, and Little Lion.
When had a fourth person arrived?
