They really had been carried away by joy just now, only thinking about that jar of 'Holy Water' saving lives, and forgetting that it's merely a medicine primer—only when combined with the prescription can it save more clansmen.
Otherwise, a single jar of water is only so much—how many Beastmen could it possibly save?
Ronan saw they stopped fighting over it, exhaled in relief, and hugged the ceramic jar tightly. "Where's your Clan Leader? The witch doctor? Someone get them."
"They're over by the stone house, I'll go call them right now."
A startled Beastman shouted loudly, then turned to get people.
Soon after—
A burly middle-aged Beastman hurried over—that was the Bear Tribe's Clan Leader.
The surrounding Beastmen automatically made way on seeing the Clan Leader approach.
Hunched behind him came the Old Beastman—the Bear Tribe's witch doctor—still breathless with age and hurry.
