"Then let's set off immediately!" Budocaribas looked up at the warm sun just rising over the horizon and waved his hand, saying, "The Nix people are still waiting for us in Snowdonia!"
His nephew Brady Prolos couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, aren't Leader Xisaites and the others going to travel with us today?"
"After being forced to move here from the eastern hills, the tribes under Xisaites have not had good places to settle. They've had to live scattered across the mountains, with some tribes located quite remotely. Gathering all their tribesmen together will take more time, so they'll depart tomorrow." Budocaribas took a deep breath and said aloud, "We'll go ahead and act as scouts for them. Alright, let's move out!"
"Move out!" Brady Prolos shouted in the loudest voice.
