At this moment, the sky was left with the last hint of dark red twilight, barely illuminating their faces.
Selman was the last to return, emerging from the shadows, his breath slightly hurried, but his face bore a hint of excitement.
"I've figured it out." He said in a low voice, squatting down, and began to draw on the ground with a stick.
Everyone gathered around.
Selman's hand moved quickly, and with a few simple lines, he outlined the terrain of the Strawberry Tribe.
A stream flowed from north to south, with the tribe spread across an open space on the east side of the stream; he marked key positions using small stones.
"The largest hut in the center of the tribe is the chief's residence. Level 2 Peak, male, holding a wood-element magic wand, should be the most powerful in the tribe."
He then placed three small stones around.
