This could truly be described as a surprise. What was initially thought to be the most difficult matter had now become the simplest. The hunched body of the elderly shaman straightened a bit, and he rose to his feet with bright eyes. "What are we waiting for? Let the tribespeople pack up their things. We should head to our territory sooner rather than later."
Bowman and Hei Tu exchanged glances, amused by Grandpa Shaman's impatience: "Grandpa Shaman, the hunting team from the Watson Tribe that came with us hasn't properly rested in two days. We should recuperate today and set off early tomorrow. According to Lei Er, our new territory is only half a day's journey from here."
Grandpa Shaman turned to the two Orcs, "Have either of you been to this territory before?"
Both shook their heads. "No, Shaman Ji Nuan drew it out for us on a beast skin. There are many lines on the skin, but we can't make head or tail of it. Our territory is about the size of a palm on that map."
