"Burp! Brothers of the... tribes, this... this wilderness life is too... too tough!..."
As night deepened, everyone drank heavily and was somewhat woozy. Zusa, with his limp leg, gulped down his drink and was the first to lay down, snoring beside the fire pit. Woodpecker Aitz's stuttering speech showed he was not far from being drunk either.
"Isn't it just that! Thinking back now, I don't know how I lived through those twenty years. The tribe was like a pack of wolves, running around the wilderness, chasing after food..."
Red-haired leader Mique downed another bowl of wine. He shook his head, savoring the sweet yet tart flavor of the fruit wine, with an indescribable feeling on his face.
"Brother! Do you know what my name, Mique, means?"
"What... what is it?"
