Duke's words were intermittent, his emotions agitated yet restrained, fitting the image of a young tribesman whose home was destroyed and who had endured hardships.
The energy fluctuations around him, the details of his clothing, and even the deep-seated hatred all matched the identity of a soldier in retreat from the Liufeng Tribe.
The sentinel squad leader carefully sensed his energy, inspecting some deliberately left old wounds from fights with the invaders, her vigilance slightly eased but not entirely relaxed.
"Wait here. I need to report." She signaled for the other sentinels to keep an eye on Duke, then turned around and used some kind of moonlight communication magic to send information internally within the tribe.
The wait was not long.
Soon, an older elf, wearing a priest's robe and exuding calmness, arrived accompanied by a team of guards.
