Chieftain Borok stared at the can of [Heavenly Dew Soda] in his hand. It was a foreign thing to him. It looked like a container with a peculiar design. Furthermore, its surface was impossibly smooth, the painted characters foreign yet strangely alluring. It was cold to the touch, like it had been hidden from a frozen lake.
His warriors hesitated, warning him with their war cries as they watched their leader, the strongest warrior of their tribe, look at a small, cylindrical object with utter confusion.
"What trickery is this, little man?" Borok growled, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. Depending on Lin Mo, he'd be offended by it. "Do you mock the Stormhowl with a child's toy?"
