The September sea breeze already carries a hint of chill, heralding the approach of winter. Five longships continue forward, rowing for thirty miles until dusk, when they dock by a coast filled with redwood trees.
"Praise the merciful Chief Divine! Leave one guide on each ship, and bring the rest over!"
Scholar Mikki stands calmly on the beach, observing the dozen captured hunters from the Leaf Grass Tribe. His face holds a friendly smile as he picks up a wooden carving of the Chief God's Amulet, gently coaxing the hunter at the forefront.
"Come! Recite with me! Praise the Chief Divine! Huitzilopochtli!..."
"..."
The Tolowa hunter grits his teeth, glaring fiercely at Mikki. He seems to be holding back, resisting the urge to spit.
"Ha ha!..."
Hearing the laughter, Scholar Mikki's smile falters. Turning back, he sees Zuwaro laughing audibly.
