In the early afternoon, while Asher's group was playing cards together, Weston led his people over, bringing their supplies.
Sorin took a quick glance and felt that this tribe was so poor they even brought rocks to trade.
Weston scratched his head awkwardly and said: "This is all we have. Can you see if we can trade for anything?"
Asher nodded, signaling his team members to set up a table so Weston could place his tribe's items on it. He pulled up a chair and sat down, carefully examining each item one by one. They were all miscellaneous knick-knacks with absolutely no practical value. Asher's gaze stopped on a shiny black rock with somewhat sharp edges.
He picked up the rock to inspect it, then tried swiping a finger across it. His fair hand quickly turned pitch black. Seeing this, Weston wished he could bury his head right into the ground. Unexpectedly, Asher turned to Sorin and said:
"Sorin, bring me the third book in my stack."
