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Faelyn nodded rigorously at Leon's comment before she said, "I've frequently interacted with the common folks in the tribe, but it's also the first time I've encountered such a situation."
"They revere you so much, even male elves want to give you their seeds~!" Duna teased with a soft laugh as she enjoyed seeing Leon in distress.
Leon naturally understood what she meant and could not help but feel goosebumps crawling on his skin as he shivered.
"Please do not joke like that, Duna. I don't need no man coming onto me," Leon said with a bitter smile. He was not amused.
"But what do you need the seeds for anyway? How will these help the tribesmen?" Faelyn asked after passing her entire grass-woven pouch of seeds to Leon.