They were indeed overwhelmed by joy earlier, only thinking that the jar of 'Holy Water' would save them, but forgot it was just a medicinal lead, only effective when paired with the prescription to save more clan members.
Otherwise, just this little jar of water, how many beastmen could it save?
Ronan saw that they hadn't tried to snatch anymore, and exhaled a sigh of relief, holding the clay jar tightly, "Where's your Clan Leader? The witch doctor? Someone go call them."
"Over by the stone house, I'll go call them now."
An alert beastman shouted loudly and then turned to fetch them.
Before long.
A burly middle-aged beastman hurried over, none other than the Clan Leader of The Bear Tribe.
Surrounding beastmen saw the Clan Leader approaching, and automatically gave way.
Following behind was the hunchbacked Old Beastman, acting as The Bear Tribe's witch doctor, hurriedly coming despite his age, his breath somewhat ragged.
