Dante fell silent, the atmosphere became heavy, and even the sound of the firewood seemed to grow quieter.
"Take it one step at a time; worrying too far ahead won't solve anything. At least right now you are living well and have food to eat, so worrying too much is useless." Rowan's voice was steady, seeming to view everything very open-mindedly and calmly. He accepted the stone bowl that Owen had filled with meat soup and blown cool, took it over, and then lowered his head to continue eating.
Julian, sitting on a tree branch, glanced at him, his sharp eyes narrowing. Julian didn't say much; he had thought the Omegina who was close to them would reveal all his plans, but unexpectedly, Rowan remained as tight-lipped as a sealed jar.
Only at this moment did Tania notice the unfamiliar person sitting casually on the tree, looking at this beastman curiously a few times: "Which tribe are you from? You look very unfamiliar, why are you with them?"
