Alyssa looked at Aaron, making the same beak gesture as she looked at him questioningly.
He nodded in agreement.
She hummed, turning back to the frightened gathering of lingso tribesmen, her voice developing a cold tone as she said something in her language.
The tribesman replied hesitatingly, starting a nervous and clumsy back and forth.
Aaron couldn't really understand whatever they were saying, but he kept a keen eye on those mushfolks as well as Alyssa, studying their expressions.
He had noticed that Alyssa was quite verbal and expressive in her feelings, like she would laugh if she were happy and cry if she were sad.
There was no in between like crocodile tears and fake emotions. She was like an open book.
Thus when he saw her getting madder and madder by the second, his grin tilted into a deep frown.
Whatever they were saying, he understood that the location of gold shrooms and the translation orb wasn't found.
