"Hey, Colin, my friend," he yelled. "Quick, come leave your handprint."
"Is this... a piece from the Ancestor Stone?"
Having seen it many times along their journey, Colin recognized it at once.
"That's right. And don't forget Pointy-tail and Ice-face," Kase said. "Our tribe plans to place the stone with your handprints at the very top. Your story will be passed down from generation to generation."
'Is that so?'
The thought of a legend about him appearing in this land made Colin hesitate for a moment, but on second thought, it was a heartfelt gesture from the Orcs.
The three of them then dipped their palms in some dye, one after another, and pressed their handprints onto the stone's surface.
Colin looked at the three handprints on it—one large and two small—and recalled the Ancestor Stone he had seen before, finding it all a bit comical.
'The Orc handprints on that one were two sizes bigger than theirs. In comparison, our handprints look like a child's.'
