The Seven Stinks

Outside of the amphitheater, Chief Valencia stood by the rocky plateau's edge and gazed into the distant horizon.

The Infertile Plains was barren, but it was not flat. The hills, crevasses, and craters on the barren land created numerous blind spots.

Chief Valencia frowned when she could not detect anything despite the sentries informing of suspicious movements outside the tribe.

"You said there were suspicious movements outside the tribe? Where?" Chief Valencia asked the warrior.

"According to the sentries, there were numerous small movements in the distant shadows from the northwest direction. They weren't able to conclude any identities, but they are certain that the irregularity did not belong to the movements of the clouds."

Chief Valencia nodded.