"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Arno said, suddenly realizing something important and quickly following along. "I almost forgot the big deal. My sister's little cub is sick and on the verge of death."
Kite sighed and shook her head, thinking how carefree Arno could be.
As they approached, they saw a young female beastman lying on the ground. She was about seven or eight years old, with a chubby little face that was flushed red, a bloated belly, and eyes that were weakly closed.
A young female was in tears, and several male beastmen were gently comforting her.
For the sake of reputation points, Kite, who had never studied medicine, steeled herself and stepped forward, softly asking, "What happened?"
