The chief's lips thinned into a small line, but he nodded. "As the moon commands. The Blood teeth tribe is ready to obey."
Pril's smile widened. "Good. We leave tomorrow morning." He looked around and began calling out to the goblins of the tribe.
"Just a few more," Pril murmured a few minutes later. He waved his finger. "Bria, step forward."
The beautiful goblin stepped forward. "Bria, daughter of the Blood teeth tribe, greets the great shaman." Pril placed his hands on her waist. "You have been chosen to accompany me on this journey." He leaned forward, his face only an inch from hers. "Do you accept this role?"
"Y-yes, great shaman," she stammered. She tried to take a step back, but Pril's fingers held her waist in place. She swallowed hard. "Bria will do whatever she can to aid in the moon mother's journey."
The chief began to feel uncomfortable with the quest, but when he looked at the solemn face of the First Mother, he wasn't sure if he should say anything.
"Perfect," Pril smiled and let her go. He turned around. "Lindel, step forward."
"Lindel, daughter of the Blood Teeth tribe, greets the great shaman," she said with a tone of indifference.
Pril looked her up and down, his eyes landing on her breasts. "Hmm. Yes, you are one of our best hunters." He placed his hands on his hips and embraced her. "You have been specially chosen to help us on this mission. It will be your duty to assist me in my meditation with the moon itself."
Lindel knew that Pril wanted her. He hadn't succeeded because he wasn't very strong physically and would never win a night challenge against her. Pril would usually use his name as the shaman of the tribe to make some of the weaker goblins sleep with him. But whenever he tried that with one of the more respectable goblins, the chief would stop him, insisting on a traditional night challenge.
Pril always backed down, but Lindel feared that wouldn't be the case this time. Lindel wasn't interested in sleeping with an older, uglier goblin like Pril. If he weren't the shaman, she would have kicked him in the balls for hugging her, but as it was, she had to handle the situation respectfully. Slowly, she pushed Pril firmly away from her.
He looked at her with indignation.
"I'm sorry—" But before Lindel could finish her sentence, she saw the First Mother raise her spear and glare at her with daggers. If looks could kill, Lindel would already be dead and devoured.
"What were you saying?" Pril let slip slowly, the poison practically dripping from his tone.
Lindel took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I said I will obey the great shaman on this mission."
Pril dragged her back into his embrace. But this time, his hands were on her butt, "Wonderful." He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "If you disobey me in any way, I'll make sure the First Mother cuts you good, and I'll personally start the fire we'll use to roast you. Was I clear?" He squeezed her butt.
"Perfectly." Lindel shuddered.
"Excuse me, Pril." The chief cleared his throat.
"Yes? What is it?" Pril spoke while still massaging Lindel's butt. His voice sounded irritated.
"I noticed that all the goblins you've chosen are young. It would certainly be a good idea to bring some of my older goblins to help with the mission. I'll even volunteer to go," said the chief.
Pril shook his head. "No need. Everyone I've chosen was selected specifically for this mission; the Mother Moon gave me this knowledge."
"Only the younger generation? Even with Lindel's fighting skills, that hardly seems practical," argued the chief.
The First Mother looked at Pril. "That seems a bit odd."
Pril stopped groping Lindel and held me by the waist with one arm. "You've misunderstood. This group wasn't chosen just for their fighting strength, but in the hope of proving ourselves to the Mother Moon." With his other hand, he pointed at me. "Even this failure was chosen."
"Huh?" I was stunned.
"What?" The chief asked, confused.
"This pathetic excuse for a goblin!?" The First Mother exclaimed.
Pril nodded. "Yes, him. Especially him. He's the bad omen of our tribe, and the Mother Moon chose him to redeem himself."
"Really?" The First Mother looked at me with skepticism.
"Yes, indeed, he will do great things in the future," Pril continued. "It was shown to me by Sunary herself. Would any of you question her? Huh?" Pril stuck his head out like a vulture, challenging them to contradict him.
The First Mother nodded thoughtfully, "I believe you, great shaman. Although I find it hard to believe, I must admit that the Mother Moon is much wiser than I am." She grabbed her spear, "And I know you would never dare to lie about the visions of the Mother Moon."
Pril felt a shiver run down his body but kept a stoic expression. "Of course not. No goblin would dare to shame the Mother Moon."
The First Mother looked at him for a moment, then nodded. "I am glad this mission is in your hands. You are very wise, great shaman."
"Yes, well, Sunary has completely blessed me." Pril shrugged.
"That is why I hope I can send the Second Mother with you on your journey, so she can learn from your great wisdom and be able to share it with us when she returns." The First Mother bowed deeply. "Please, allow her to accompany you."
Pril furrowed his brow, deep in thought. Lindel grimaced as his hand returned to groping her butt.
"Very well, I will allow the Second Mother to join us on this mission. But no one else." Pril glared at the chief.
The First Mother smiled. "Thank you very much."
The Second Mother stepped forward from the crowd. "I, the Second Mother, daughter of the Blood Fangs Tribe, will be happy to join you on this mission."
"Yes, well, I'll be busy trying to meditate and focus on this journey, so try not to disturb me, okay?" Pril didn't dare touch the Second Mother, especially in front of the First Mother. The Mothers were off-limits, at least for now.
"I will do my best not to be a burden and will watch closely from afar," said the Second Mother with a cold smile.
"Second Mother, I expect you to pay close attention to every movement of the great shaman. Learn all you can from him," the First Mother ordered.
"Of course," agreed the Second Mother.
Well, it seemed everyone would have a busy day tomorrow. So, the chief smiled at an irritated Pril and said, "There will be no night challenges tonight. Get some rest, everyone."
"Very well," said Pril, and then immediately slapped Lindel's butt with full force. She screamed, looked at him, opened her mouth, but hesitated.
"Yes?" Pril smiled.
"N-nothing, great shaman," Lindel stammered.
"Then go to sleep, Lindel," Pril said. Lindel nodded and started walking away. When she turned, Pril gave another slap to her other cheek, the sound echoing loudly through the area. Lindel arched her back in pain, but didn't turn around. After a moment, she continued walking.
The First Mother turned to me and said, "Let's hope you can redeem yourself." She pointed her spear at me. "Or I'll gut you like a rabbit. Now rest, you'll need it."
I lowered my aching head. "Yes, First Mother."
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