From the Golden Bull tribe to the White Elephant tribe, even the fastest running beastman would need four days of travel. Going back and forth took eight days, considering the unexpected situation that arose, Bertram calculated it would take at least ten days.
"For the next few days I will stay here waiting for news from the White Elephant tribe." He rubbed his round belly and narrowed his eyes smiling, "Anyway, I have to see what those dirt clods will turn into when fired."
In the following days, the empty lot south of the Golden Bull tribe was never without people.
Molded adobe bricks could not be dried in the sun immediately. Kaelen had a row of scaffolding set up using wooden pillars roofed with thatch, the bricks stacked on edge in rows under the scaffolding, each brick separated by a finger-width gap for the wind to pass through.
"Why not dry them in the sun for speed?" A Golden Bull Sub-Beast wondered.
