Violet

"Master, our Garland Tribe is a peaceful race. We dislike conflict!" 

Hearing Violet's first sentence, Orion couldn't help but sneer internally. 

A peaceful race? In this world? 

If they were truly peaceful, why would they work for Ariel, the lord of Thunderwood Forest? 

Orion squeezed Violet's breasts together with his hands, clearly uninterested in hearing useless information. He cut straight to the point. 

"How many people are in your Garland Tribe?" 

Violet looked at Orion, noticing the hunger for talent in his eyes. A flicker of worry crossed her face. 

"Fewer than a hundred." 

Orion exhaled quietly, relieved, but his nerves tightened. 

The Garland Tribe's enchantment abilities indirectly confirmed that Ariel, the lord of Thunderwood Forest, was likely very powerful. Otherwise, Gareth wouldn't have tasked Orion with assisting her. 

"Where is your tribe's home?"