Looking at the orcs who were still dazed, the old priest sighed and inwardly despised these tribesmen of considerable age for their lack of composure.
It seemed that they had completely forgotten that they, too, had just been gaping in disbelief.
Of course, the old priest would never admit this part, since none of these dazed orcs had seen it.
The old priest cleared his throat forcefully and sighed as if disappointed, "Look at you, such a pathetic sight. Is it really such a shock that a female is becoming a Shaman?
The place where the land orcs gather herbs isn't like us Aquatic Clan in the sea; they do it on land, which of course means we can also go there."
Then he gestured to a young orc, "Take these two little ones back, their Amu must be worried."
The young orc stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and carried the two festive cubs out.
The cave was filled with orcs of some standing within the Tribe.
