The evening self-study session that the tribesmen of the Crimson tribe had been anticipating the most had finally arrived.
Today, the teacher would narrate the final two chapters of the travelogue 'Rokley's Adventures'. Everyone quickly finished their chores early; after freshening up and eating, they all carried their own tables and chairs over, lining them up in neat rows. The group from the prairie was allowed to audit the class but wasn't provided with furniture. They had to pool their salt and scavenged supplies to hire Crimson's carpenters to build two tables, where young and old alike squeezed together to sit.
Talon took a leisurely sip of floral tea, looking at the orderly crowd below, nodding in inward approval. Sure enough, when learning was tied to benefits, even the most stubborn individuals became perfectly obedient.
