In the wooden and weary docks of the Deerfolk Tribe, the elders stood to meet their oppressors while the young men dragged out the crates of supplies containing their months of hard work. As they do so, a shadowy figure observed them from afar.
It was none other than the former wyvern rider, Hermona.
She looked at them with curiosity and cautiousness. She was aware of the offerings given by the beastfolk tribes, but she wasn't knowledgeable of its deeper intricacies.
"Be careful while dragging out that crate. Our offerings are greater than before with the help of that human. Perhaps, they wouldn't punish us too much this year." One of the elder deerfolk expressed to the young men.
The young men merely nodded while the elders furrowed their eyebrows. Their offerings were better than the last couple of years, so they desire for their oppressors to be merciful to them.
