Shortly after Mo Zha and the Shaman left, a very gentle-looking middle-aged female hurried into Mo Na's tent.
Their crying sounds coming from within echoed soon after.
The middle-aged female, holding Mo Na tenderly, patting her shoulder carefully said, "You've been such a worry, child. I told you not to go out, not to follow Mo Peisi. Even if you had to venture out, you could have done so with your brother. Now you've lost an arm …" She broke off, sobbing.
Mo Na's eyes flickered at something unseen, she took a deep breath to suppress the panic within her before she, too, embraced the female and began to sob.
At that moment, a memory surfaced in her mind from prior to the journey.
That day, she had been sleeping with her mate, when she heard an Orc outside with news that her brother was asking for her. Following the Orc, she entered Mo Zhu's tent. Her brother was shirtless, lying on a Beast Skin mat with an unfamiliar female nestled in his arms.
