"If he becomes the Clan Leader of the Alonso Tribe, I might have to find another tribe to depend on."
The old Shaman raised his hand and gave his head a good knock: "I taught you herbs and knowledge not for you to help other tribes."
The young Orc rubbed his head helplessly: "You know how my father and brother treat me. As long as you're here, they're like that, but if you're gone one day, I'll be bullied to death."
The old Shaman sneered: "Oh really, and you're pretending here? I've raised you since you were young, do you think I don't know what kind of Orc you are?"
The young Orc released the hand covering his head and chuckled: "You really understand me. I'm your disciple and you've raised me like your own child, so I should truly contribute to this Tribe."
Saying that, he looked wistfully at the bright sunlight outside the cave: "So I have to find a way to ensure Pierre can't become the Clan Leader and stop him from continuing to control the Tribe."
