"Be careful out there, you don't need to pick too many herbs, prioritize your own safety," Ji Nuan handed the knapsack to Xiu Yan.
Xiu Yan nodded, took the basket and put it on his back. The procession of Orcs behind him was not used to his obedient demeanor and gritted their teeth in discomfort.
Di's expression was especially odd, his waggled eyebrows and sidelong glances making him look very much like a gossipy beast.
"Be careful not to snatch and eat other people's food when you're out there, you understand?" On the other side, Aunt Naima was sternly lecturing their greedy male, a stark contrast to the warm scene here.
Uncle Ge Xing looked far from impatient, all smiles as he listened to his mate's loving chatter, his face a picture of pure enjoyment.
The surrounding single Orcs shivered down to their bones. The Chief's tastes were truly heavy.
