"Haha, interesting, indeed worthy of being the chosen one. Alright, follow me. The Elder has been anticipating your arrival." The War Witch waved his hand, and everyone laughed, the hostility from before disappearing instantly.
"The outside world is very dangerous, let me tell you...!" Along the way, this War Witch was endlessly chatty.
Turns out he's an npc chatterbox.
Small Knife had already learned about it through the forums, but it was still quite interesting to hear in person.
At least he could still tolerate it.
"Elder, the chosen one has arrived." The War Witch spoke up.
By this time, they had walked for several hours, reaching the depths of the Tribe.
This Tribe indeed lives up to being a large Tribe, bustling and thriving.
The Elder carefully scrutinized Small Knife.
"Your courage is commendable. No one has ever completed this task. I hope you can be the exception." The Elder sighed, gestured, and led the way.
Small Knife immediately followed.
