Drago and his group flew straight into the tribe, descending into its very heart.
"Who are you? What business do you have here?"
Chief Karo's gaze swept over the group of beastmen, sizing them up from head to toe.
"We are beastmen from Spirit Stone City," Drago replied, his tone laced with arrogance. "We'll be staying in your tribe for two days."
A shadow crossed the chief's face. "We don't have any spare houses. You should leave."
Drago's haughty demeanor clearly displeased him.
"We are nobles of our city, and you dare refuse us lodging?" Lina snapped, anger flashing in her eyes.
To her, their willingness to stay in such a shabby, backwater tribe was already an act of generosity—yet they were being turned away.
Nearby, several beastmen began whispering among themselves.
"They're from a city…"
"They're dressed well—those furs look expensive."
"And that female's jewelry… it must be worth quite a lot."
…
Peppy watched Lina, a flicker of longing passing through her eyes.
