A group of savages on horseback entered a walled city. The place was a city indeed, a majestic place with a lot of mud-thatched mansions. Mark, now a parasite over Junga, the Healer in their party looked around with interest.
The place was… industrious. Not to mention, the moment he passed the wall made up of thick trees and entered the city, he was right in the middle of a market.
"Fresh fish! Fresh fish!"
"Today, we will sell chickens for only ten shells!"
"Glittering paint to use on your savage masks!"
Nobody blocked their group's path and they headed further into the city, near the mud-thatched mansions. The swordsman in their team moved his horse faster. "I will go tell the news to the Golden Savages, these kids would die if they were left like this. Bring them towards the higher housing area and I'll bring the Golds there."
The other four—including Mark, who was acting like the Healer—nodded.
