"The lamia tribe has been dealing with this housing problem for as long as I can remember," she said, her voice steady, though there was a strain beneath it that she clearly couldn't fully hide. "The previous leader struggled with the same issue. We all did. But with the resources in the forest being so scarce, there was never a real solution—only delays. Temporary fixes. Now, my people are finally receiving the full blunt force of those past failures."
She paused for a moment, her yellow eyes lowering slightly before lifting again, sharper this time. "I've heard stories. Rumors, really. About a human who's been doing a lot of things in the Great Forest. Things no one thought possible. Slowly, but surely, succeeding where others failed. That's why I believe there's a real chance for us to survive the next disaster—if we leave our tribe in your hands."
That… caught me off guard.
