Visha didn't wait long for Amair to return. She was actually thinking about what she would cook when she went back to the living area. She wondered if any of the other tribesmen would be willing to give it a taste.
She thought that since they were technically beastmen, they might prefer meat. But besides beasts, they were also men. Who doesn't love seafood? Unless they are allergic. Or just never had someone cook them amazing seafood.
Whichever the case, she didn't have long to think about it before Amair came back. When she arrived, there was an old man with her. This was the oldest person Visha had seen since she came to the world.
He walked briskly, but his hair was grey. His eyes were also grey, though he wasn't blind. It was very obvious he was looking at Visha. The light in his eyes was so strong that Visha wondered if he was her long-lost father.
"Amair has told me you are interested in trading. Is that right?"
