[Wenduo Tribe Old Camp]
[Side Tent]
"[Herde Language] Old man, I'm speaking the truth to you."
Winters, with a bruised eye, sat heroically on the camp bed, staring intently at the tall, thin elder below:
"[Herde Language] More than someone harming you, what I don't understand is why you were only harmed now. Your Ayinle is too small to cross the great river of the wilderness; your Ayinle is too weak to stop the plundering of the tribes."
Winters' gaze was so intense that the tall, thin elder didn't dare move his eyes onto Winters' face.
He asked sternly, "[Herde Language] Tell me, why has your herd been taken now?"
"[Herde Language] My Ayinle is too poor, not worth shooting an arrow at," the tall, thin elder replied sincerely.
"[Herde Language] There are always poorer tribes on the plains."
"[Herde Language] The poor won't harm me; it's the nobles of the tribes who are cold-hearted."
