"I just went to look for you in your tent. That cunning fellow Ge Xing said you were out. When I asked him where you were, he wouldn't tell me, hmph~" said the elderly orc, his tone filled with clear irritation towards Chief Ge Xing.
Ji Nuan couldn't help but find it amusing.
"Cub, you shouldn't laugh. I tell you, that old bloke's probably afraid I'll get that precious medicine powder from you." As he said this, he salivated at the small leaf package Ji Nuan had put aside.
Ji Nuan finished bandaging the orc's wound, then bent down to take two smaller leaf packages out of his basket and handed them to the old shaman. "I divided the medicine into four packages yesterday. Please take the ones for the Dashi Tribe and the Grey Bear Tribe. If you would like, you can also take Meng Tai's share."
As she said this, she handed him another packet.
The old shaman, trembling slightly, took the three small leaf packages, his weathered face filled with elation. "Is... is this really for us?"
