"You... you're giving this to me?" The old shaman rarely stuttered, his weathered face full of disbelief.
Ji Nuan smiled and nodded. "Thank you for teaching me about desert herbs. This is my gift of gratitude."
"Since you don't understand the script of our tribe, I replaced the text with illustrations. The drawings next to the herbs represent the illnesses they can treat."
"Take a look now, and if there's anything you don't understand, I can explain it to you."
After hearing Ji Nuan's words, the old shaman finally believed it was real. Their tribe now had something that could be passed down as heritage.
He trembled as he opened the beast skin notebook in his hands and began to carefully examine it again, asking Ji Nuan about anything he didn't understand.
Ji Nuan's drawing skills were quite impressive; every herb was illustrated so clearly that even the orcs could recognize them.
