An orc laughed heartily as he walked out: "You guys are finally back; the Shaman and the Clan Leader have been waiting for you a long time."
As he spoke, he draped his arm over the shoulder of the tall, strong orc: "I thought you might have died out there."
The tall, strong orc glared at him upon hearing this: "You better shut up, I have important matters to report to the Clan Leader and the Shaman, take me to them quickly."
The orc naturally understood the urgency of their mission, so he stopped joking and led the tall, strong orc and his companions to the Shaman and Clan Leader's tent.
During this disaster, many from the Crow Tribe also perished.
After several quakes, they realized that the caves were uninhabitable, so they set up tents on an open area farther from the mountains.
The Shaman and Clan Leader, who were discussing matters in the tent, showed joy on their faces when the tall, strong orc entered: "How is it? Did you find the Alonzo Tribe?"
