Lost in thought and caught off guard, Harry let out an awkward cough and shook his head, "I'm fine."
"Clan Leader! Clan Leader!" A commotion erupted from afar, pulling his attention toward it.
Seeing two orcs covered in blood being carried over by the tribe members, Harry frowned deeply.
Weren't these the two orcs who were gravely injured by the Firebird during the hunt?
Word was they had been sent to the Tribal Shaman of the main tribe—why are they now being brought back like this?
A middle-aged orc who had been helping the tribe process the hunt rushed out with a handful of Firebird feathers in his grasp as he heard the anxious cries. When he saw the unconscious bodies of the injured tribe members, his face darkened.
"What happened here? Didn't you take them to see the shaman for treatment?"
