Seeing Harry frown, Ji Nuan seemed to guess his thoughts, and agreed before he spoke: "Sure, go get ready. We'll eat together at dinner."
The middle-aged orc excitedly went off to prepare.
After he had gone far away, Ji Nuan turned and looked at Harry with a somewhat pale face: "What is Shaman Harry thinking about?"
Harry frowned and looked at Ji Nuan: "Shaman Ji Nuan, they already don't have much food. If we join them, I'm afraid there won't be much left of those Firebirds. Those may be all the food they have left until their next hunt."
Ji Nuan knew this was what he was thinking, and shrugged with a speechless expression: "Do you think I don't know that?"
"Then why?"
"We two shamans are living in this small tribe, yet we don't eat the food they offer us. Do you think that's appropriate?"
Harry was taken aback, he really hadn't thought of that. Had his status been so low all the way here that he'd forgotten his distinguished identity as a shaman?
