Grimjaw Mountain…
"Leone, it's time for me to go," Gundar said. "I've overstayed my welcome."
"Great Uncle, you know that isn't true," Leone replied. "You can stay here for as long as you want. In fact, how about you stay here forever as my vassal?"
"You still haven't given up, huh?"
"Of course not."
The old man chuckled before ruffling the boy's hair. He would have stayed if he could. Alas, it wasn't meant to be.
"Great Uncle, how about you wait for a few more days?" Leone asked. "I did some bone reading earlier. The bones told me that the representatives of the Darkmane Tribe are on their way here."
"They are?" Gundar played with his beard after hearing Leone's words.
As much as he didn't want to believe the young man's bone reading ability, it was actually very accurate.
Little did the great shaman know that the news of the Darkmane Tribe's arrival to Grimjaw Mountain wasn't sourced from bone reading, but from the grimoire by his side instead.
