Elder Uguel walked briskly, ignoring the traces of war along the way, and arriving at the still heavily fortified Xilotepec camp, he then directly entered the Commander's large tent.
Inside the tent, Osellor was discussing the follow-up rewards with his officers. Seeing his old friend enter directly, he helplessly shook his head slightly and had the officers withdraw.
Soon, only the two of them remained in the tent. Uguel took off his heavy stone crown, dragged over the Commander's prized black bear skin, spread it on the somewhat cold ground, and sat down opposite Osellor with a plop.
Watching his old friend's unreserved actions, a twitch appeared at the corner of Osellor's eye.
"Uguel, this is a war trophy from when I campaigned against the Canine Descendants of the north; it's smooth, intact, exquisitely fine, and soft—you better not tear it."