Her voice had just fallen when the eyes of the three Orcs beside her instantly lit up like gleaming blades.
"Tuya, do you remember where they dumped the firewood by the lakeside?"
Tuya scratched her head: "It's where we've been cleaning the prey these past few days. Those firewood bundles were tied with grass ropes and just thrown there by the lake. Such a waste."
Indeed, what a waste. That's why they had to retrieve it.
"Shaman, shall we head out now to bring that firewood back?" Norz immediately rubbed his hands eagerly, ready to act.
Casa didn't say anything; for him, whether they went or not made no difference.
Harry, however, shook his head: "Not for the next few days. The sandstorm outside is ferocious, worse than the one we encountered last time. Do you want to end up buried alive?"
Recalling the disastrous experience from before, Norz chuckled awkwardly, obediently sitting back by the fire.
