Meng Tai and his fellow beastmen weave through the jungle, with one beastman saying, "Meng Tai, I never thought that this tribe's Orcs would be this friendly. They didn't drive us, strangers, away, but even told us where the Dashi Tribe's camp is located."
"I somehow feel that the clan leader of that tribe seems quite cunning."
"Cunning? He looks very friendly and cordial, actually."
"Hehe, just because he shows you a little kindness, you think he's a good guy? Be careful, you might end up so charmed, you'll do his work for him — counting his Beast Skins."
"Will you stop chatterboxing? Let's hear what Meng Tai's opinion is!"
The beastmen sheepishly shut their mouths, looking expectantly at Meng Tai, hoping for his agreement with their viewpoints.
