"What? You said you encountered Ge Xing of Watson Tribe?" A booming voice echoed in the mountain cave of the Gray Bear Tribal Chief.
Sitting at one end of the beast skin rug was a young orc - the one with the straightforward square face, who had previously been encountered in the new settlement of the Watson Tribe.
He nodded and said, "Yes, Father. I heard some noises and signs of orc activity while hunting on the flatlands. So, I went over with the tribespeople and discovered it was the Watson Tribe, messing around with mud."
The Gray Bear Tribal Chief questioned with curiosity, "Mud? What are they doing with mud?"
The young orc scratched his head. "I don't know either. I guess they must be using the mud to build a cave. As there are no hills on the flatlands, they have nowhere to live."
The Clan Leader scoffed, "A cave built with mud will collapse once it rains, won't it? Ge Xing has clearly aged and is becoming more foolish."
