Upon hearing Samuel's words, the Shaman stroked his beard and nodded. His favorite disciple indeed, demonstrating more foresight than even his own father.
"I disagree! I believe that the city walls can resist the beast attacks, and I think it's great to stay here. There are so many sturdy and warm houses to live in, why would we want to venture out into the rain and suffer?" Sa Duoduo's coquettish voice rang out from the side, as she looked somewhat dissatisfied at her brother.
The orcs around her shifted uncomfortably on the warm adobe platform, their eyes wavering.
Seeing his father's doting look towards Sa Duoduo, Samuel's gaze darkened. He lowered his head and remained silent.
The Shaman frowned and said, "My thinking is in line with Samuel's. It's too dangerous to stay here. We can't forsake our tribe for these houses and walls!"
