It was Brakthar, and he was running toward Galthor as if he had lost something, but his face was filled with excitement.
"Chief! Chief! Chief!"
Galthor slowed down and used his senses to scan the barbarian, but he wasn't hurt anywhere. He just appeared to be filled with excitement.
"Chief, you won't believe this!"
"Maybe when you tell us, I'll know what to believe."
Brakthar finally reached their side, and he grimaced when he heard Galthor say that. "Of course, of course!"
"Why are you in such a hurry, Brakthar? Did something happen to you? You finally saw someone that likes your ugly head?" one of the masters called from the side.
Brakthar grunted and scowled. "Chief, you remember that today is the market day on the Revolutionary base where merchants secretly come and trade? Days like today, we get the chance to see different goods, both unique and special!"
