Bobby and Monn stood in front of a river called the "water source".
On their faces were the similar indescribable expressions.
They should have known that in the eyes of the orcs a source of water, would not be a small stream.
At the very least, it had to be a long river.
"Shall we dig a tree hole, live in a cave, or building a cottage?"
Monn shook his head. He squatted down and picked up a handful of water. He put it to his mouth and tasted it.
The water looked very clean, and it tasted sweet.
It was enough to prove that the water was really a mountain spring and had not been polluted.
However, if they had to stay here for a while longer, they had to determine where to live now.
They heard what Balsa said just now.
It was going to be the rainy season soon.
Which meant continuous rain and rising of water surface.
