"Whew, it's been a while since I've eaten something this simple."
Orak drained the bowl of meat paste, which had a few green vegetable leaves mixed in, and let out a long, satisfied sigh. Ever since coming to High Cliff Castle, it had been nonstop feasts of fish and meat; getting a simple meal wasn't easy.
Back in the Tribe, they never had enough to eat; just having food was a blessing. He never thought he'd see the day he could be picky.
"I only know a little," Orak said, choosing his words carefully. "Although my Tribe is also deep in the Wilderness, we're actually very far from this one."
"This Tribe is a group of Minotaurs, numbering over two thousand in total. Among them, there are seven or eight hundred able-bodied members who can fight, making it a true major Tribe."
"As for why they're heading south, I'm not very clear on that."
