The next morning was unlike any other, with the sun not even having the chance to offer its wake-up call.
In the Watson Tribe, the orcs were already busy setting up tables in the square, and the females were bustling about, placing platters of fruit on different tables.
The Guard Team members, under Ya Li's direction, prepared bountiful offerings.
The whole tribe was abuzz with activity.
Fu Yi and Ying Yan personally went to the city gate to welcome orcs arriving from various tribes.
Chief Shi Jie, who had been prearranged by the Watson Tribe, arrived yesterday with his offspring and the Shaman, lending a hand on the square.
"Haha! We're here, and it sure is lively today," boomed the unmistakable laughter of Bear Chief.
Behind her, a dozen orcs followed, each carrying a large basket on their back, covered with big leaves, but their precious demeanor instantly piqued Fu Yi and Ying Yan's curiosity.
"Bear Chief, what are you carrying that you treasure so much?"
