"Hello, I am Chief Ge Xing of the Watson Tribe." He stepped forward, making a very polite self-introduction.
The orc seemed somewhat surprised to meet such a chieftain, but just nodded slightly: "Shaman Harry of the Ancient Wood Tribe."
Hearing this, Ge Xing paused, somewhat surprised as he took another look at the orc opposite him, not expecting the other party to be a shaman.
When facing a shaman, the least one could do was to show proper courtesy.
He bowed: "Shaman Harry."
Harry seemed quite accustomed to such situations.
The curve of his mouth did not change by a fraction: "It's like this, I'm out on a journey, and I happened to hear that your great exchange meeting was about to begin. I was just thinking of taking a look, but the red fruit trees up ahead are very dangerous, and one of my tribespeople has died there.
I wonder if your tribe has a way to get past, and if you could tell us."
