Bonfires were blazing in the Cold Stream Valley. Hundreds of skinned wild beasts were being grilled upon the bonfires while making sizzling noises; a thick aroma spread to the forest around. Most of the Southern Wasteland clans were friendly and hospitable; the guests that came from afar would always be treated with the utmost cordiality.
Huge vats of cassava-wine brewed by the Fire Crow Clan's women were carried out from the cellar, emitting a bewitching aroma. All of the Fire Crow Clan Warriors raised their large clay bowls, laughing and shouting, urging Po to drink.
Po was a strong and sturdy young man who also had a straightforward and outgoing personality. Every time when the Fire Crow Clan warriors urged him to drink, he bottomed up his bowl without any hesitation.
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