Killian and I had spent the day resting in the small hut the village head had kindly offered. After a hearty meal and much-needed sleep, a young boy arrived with a message that the village head wished to see us at the village grounds to meet the rest of the community.
As we walked towards the roaring bonfire, the villagers, wrapped in their warm cloaks, turned to watch us. Smiles bloomed on their faces, and a wave of warmth unlike anything I'd felt before washed over me.
This small village, tucked away in the heart of a mountain range, felt like a haven of peace and quiet. The fire crackled, painting the faces of the villagers in flickering shadows. Laughter and the aroma of roasting meat filled the air, all woven together with the vibrant hum of tribal songs.
