"Hey, how's it going, this is Zilvagias. Well, after tidying up various things, I'm back on the carriage, being shaken along as we travel.."
Actually, there's hardly any shaking at all. Thanks to the Corvut Tribe's paved roads and the custom-made skeleton cushions in the carriage, it's incredibly comfortable.
It's been a full day since then. After taking some time to rest just to be safe, we left the village of the spotted cat beastfolk.
"You had a sharp sense of the battlefield, village chief," I told him as we were parting ways.
To which he immediately dropped into a deep bow.
"Ha-ha! My apologies!"
"…Why are you apologizing?"
"If we had pressed forward into the fort instead of retreating, such a disaster would not have occurred…!"
"You and your men would have just become food for the giant lizard."
