As the sacrificial ceremony ended, Luna Sutton finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped down.
The Beastmen and females present all stood up, no longer kneeling.
Lyle Sutton strode up to the high platform, his gaze sweeping over the Beastmen and females below. His voice boomed like thunder: "From today on, all females of the tribe must hurry up these next two days and weave as many baskets and vine hampers as possible for carrying and storing salt. Luna will be in charge of this—make as many as you can."
Luna Sutton was just about to slip away for a nap when she was suddenly called out by name. Her steps halted, her face full of resignation.
She was about to refuse, but then caught sight of Mia's disgruntled expression.
The rejection that was about to come out got swallowed back down.
She looked at Lyle, smiling sweetly: "Don't worry, father. I'll get it done and arrange for the tribe's females to weave as many baskets and hampers as possible."
