The Great Hustle of the Thirteen Clans (10)

An angry middle-aged bearer and a kid who is plopping miserably on the ground. That is the sight that Manulus and his friends saw far from where they were. It is obvious what happened just looking at the scattered stones and toppled basket of the little boy.

"Brother Bearer. I am sorry. I didn't mean to collide with you." Tate, the youngest of the orc boys, apologized. His eyes are clear and firm even though his hands are mildly trembling.

"Tate!" Sibal and Gab sprinted to the poor boy's side. "Are you okay?"

"We apologize for-" Sibal tried to apologize only to be interrupted by the thunderous yelling of the effeminate bearer.

"See? This is the reason why these people are called rogues! They are rude and uncouth. Their children deliberately hurt someone and they didn't even bother to compensate or apologize. As expected from someone who came from the wild land."