143. Morning hunt
The night had lasted longer than expected. Walker was dragged every which way eventually landing near the elders once again. The others were able to finally get near him after being attacked themselves by questions. The elders seemed much more open to them after seeing walker dance and even went so far to ask for stories, they wanted to know how he got to where he was today. Naturally they told their tales, leaving out some parts of the ancient ruins to match the adventurer guilds reports, the elders memorized each word.
The stories would later get told to the others in the tribe, being bunkered down for the winter the tribe enjoyed sharing new stories from their travels. Having something new brought to them during the winter was an exceptional treat.