After storing the medicine powder, the old Shaman looked outside the tent: "How are the casualties among the tribespeople?"
Nigel's smile faded a bit: "Luckily, the orcs went out hunting to exchange for the medicine powder, and the females, old orcs, and little cubs are all hiding in the central cave.
That big cave didn't collapse, so we only have a few tribespeople who got scratched by falling rocks while protecting the females.
But all the caves near the outside of the mountain range collapsed, just like your cave."
The old Shaman liked to stay in his own cave to study herbs when he was free, so he didn't like noisy places, and his cave was on the far side from the big cave."
"That's good, that's good!" As long as the tribespeople are fine, that's what's important.
"By the way, Shaman, when I came back today, Shaman Ji Nuan asked me to pass some words to you."
Then, he repeated Ji Nuan's words to the old Shaman.
