"Oh, so that's how it is." Ji Nuan looked at Hasa and said, "I have some ropes woven from tree vines, they're very long. When the time comes, I can lend them to your tribe. Each Hunting Squad can bring a roll of rope during the hunt. If an Orc falls into quicksand, you can use the rope to pull them out."
Hasa and the old Shaman's eyes lit up. After exchanging a glance, both burst into hearty laughter. "Shaman Ji Nuan truly is the lucky star of our Sahara Tribe."
"Lucky star? If it weren't for your tribe taking us in, I might still be stuck in some remote corner freezing in the cold wind."
With that said, Ji Nuan wasted no time and waved her hand immediately. "Alright, let's go. I'll head back now and grab a few ropes for you. Chief Hasa, it would be good for you to set out early and return sooner."
Xiu Yan stood up, his long legs covered in cotton trousers moving steadily as he headed toward their cave.
Behind him followed the old Shaman, Harry, and Hasa.
