Bosson nodded with a smile, then looked toward the elder riding on the back of a tall Tiger Orc, "Shaman."
The old orc studied the figure before him, a being who had vanished from memory long ago, filled with emotion.
A smile spread across his aged face, "I really never thought I would live to see you again, youngster Bosson."
Bosson smiled at Shaman Ji Nuan, "Exactly as you say, Shaman, here I am right before your eyes, am I not?"
Having said that, he spread out his arms, "This is the Shaman's first visit to our Tribe, why don't you come sit at my house first?"
Bowman looked back at the old Shaman with an expression full of anticipation.
The old Shaman sighed, "Let's go."
If the old Shaman had felt shocked outside the city walls, now he didn't even know how to describe his feelings.
The tidy little paths of the Tribe, the beautifully dressed Tribe members, and the dwelling places of the orcs.
