"Honorable Captain Chiwaco, your 'scouting' trip this time has really yielded abundant results!"
Night fell, and the bonfire was lit. Inside the low thatched hut, Priest Tomate sat cross-legged, holding a clay pot, sipping fresh fish soup while teasing Chiwaco.
"Chief Divine is my witness! I've been in the village all day, pondering how to convert Water Chief. Puap has been busy 'converting' the women of the Taino Tribe in the thatch hut. Meanwhile, you've been 'converting' the lost fish in the Great Lake upstream... We are all recklessly striving for the glory of the Chief Divine!"
"Cough, cough!"
Upon hearing these words, the old militia man looked awkward, quickly lowering his head to sip the fragrant hot fish soup. He pondered Priest Tomate's complaints, his eyes moved, suddenly having an idea.
