The Raging Lion Tribe's leader, Grayson, hurried over to smooth things out—a burly, middle-aged man with striking golden short hair.
He looked at Lyle Sutton and chuckled twice: "Chief Sutton, we really owe it to your tribe's medicine recipe and Holy Water that the Raging Lion Tribe got through this crisis. These beast skins and ivory are just a token of our gratitude."
As he spoke, he turned and signaled to the Beastmen behind him to carry over several large bundles of high-quality beast skins and a pair of whole ivory tusks.
With such a big pile of gifts, they'd be lying if they said it didn't hurt to part with them.
Especially with winter just around the corner—these beast skins are invaluable for warmth and comfort.
But the Wolf Tribe had invented a cure for the plague and had gifted them a precious jar of medicine base—pretty much saving the Raging Lion Tribe.
At a time like this, stinginess just wasn't an option.
