Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
I spent most of my time inside the Salom tribe, helping out in the infirmary.
Strangely, the workload had tripled. Goran grumbled nonstop as he stitched up gashes, set broken bones, and treated deep bruises. However, most of these injuries weren't from hunting accidents or stray beasts. They were from fights. Blunt force trauma, axe-graze wounds, the kind of damage you get from clashing with other humanoids. The injured tribesmen were tight-lipped, offering only vague excuses about "border skirmishes."
Furthermore, the barbarian who'd been my constant shadow vanished yesterday. I wasn't naive enough to think I'd finally earned their trust. They must have been called away, for something more important than babysitting the outsider needed their attention.
The change in atmosphere was subtle, but to someone like me with a wide range of abilities and experience, it was more than obvious.
