Isaac followed Morga through the wide central hall of the tribe's largest building.
The floor was smooth under his boots, polished by years of movement, and the air carried a faint scent of smoke and flowers mixed together.
Morga stopped at a wide door made from thick, pale bone panels set into a dark frame.
She turned and gave a short nod.
"Benefactor is waiting for you inside, Great Carus. Please go in. I will inform the War Chief about your arrival. He will come soon to meet you," Morga said.
Isaac nodded and entered the room.
The space inside felt warmer than the hall.
There was colored bone furniture arranged in a loose circle, each piece covered in great hides that served as sofas and chairs.
The walls were painted with flowers paste. The color was soft but bright enough to make the room feel alive.
The air smelled clean, and almost sweet.
The novel aesthetics wasn't what he'd expected from a tribe that lived in the wilderness.
