The tribal exchange came to a close. After trading for the supplies they needed, An Jin and her party quickly returned to their tribe before the great rainy season began.
The tribespeople—men and women, young and old—all gathered in the tribal square, cheering loudly. They had prepared fresh fruit and roasted meat to welcome the warriors returning with their bounty.
Dozens of carts were stuffed to the brim. Though the supplies were packed in Beast Skin Bags, obscuring their contents, it did nothing to dampen the tribe's excitement.
"Gods, how much salt did they get?!"
The Beastmen worked together to unload all the supplies from the carts, piling them into a small mountain. The tribespeople stared, their eyes wide and their voices trembling.
"Take a guess!"
"Ten jars?!" someone in the crowd exclaimed in disbelief.
