The orcs glanced at the obedient and clever shaman sitting on the side, then at the fierce expression of Captain Ya Li, they cried silently in their hearts. The shaman never mentioned wanting fruit, Captain, if you want us to go out, just say it straight. Why make us work? We want to rest! They collectively whimpered.
Under the tyranny of Ya Li, the orcs could only grumble and reluctantly leave the tent, picking up their baskets and heading into the forest. It was a good time to gather more herbs while resting, especially since there wouldn't be any restrictions during the trade meeting.
"What happened after you fell into the river? How did you end up so far away in the Kunteng Mountains?" Ya Li asked the blond orc who was sitting on a beast skin cushion.
