Looking at this scene, the old tribe chief and the funny-voiced orc both felt distressed.
The old tribe chief took a deep breath as he spoke in a regretful voice.
"Lord Angels, to understand what's happened to her… I will need to tell you about the history and story of our tribe briefly…"
"I don't want to take too much time of the great Lord Angels, but…"
Before the old tribe chief could say anything else, Link shook his head and spoke in a reassuring tone.
"Don't worry, tribe chief, we are angels and have sworn an oath to protect those in need; you don't need to worry about anything else!"
"We have all the spare time in the world; you can tell us all of your troubles, and if we can help you all out, it would be a great pleasure to us!"
Hearing Link's warm and compassionate voice, the old orc chief's eyes became moist; he nodded his head and ordered a few of the orcs nearby to arrange some more water and some food for the angels.
