Compared to the savages here, who were accustomed to the cold, the Stinger Bees and beetles in the party all showed varying degrees of sensitivity to the chill after entering the snowfield.
Once night fell, they huddled in the warmest corner of the cave around the campfire, occasionally making faint rustling sounds, as if they were shivering.
Beside them, bulging cloth sacks were stacked neatly in rows.
Only after obtaining the Bat Slime's permission did Seja and Semiya carefully step forward and untie the cord on one of the sacks.
With a rustle, a great heap of irregular yet plump, hefty tubers rolled onto the straw-covered ground. They still bore the fertile black soil of Root Language Forest, though it had long since dried.
"So much food!" Seja cried out.
Semiya picked one up and weighed it in her hand, finding it satisfyingly heavy.
The two sisters exchanged a look, then quickly untied the remaining sacks, revealing even more tubers.
Besides that, there were over a dozen tightly packed sacks of smoked jerky, salt wrapped in thick oil paper, and even several iron tools bundled with grass rope—iron pots, iron axes, spears, and the like, all things needed for daily life and hunting.
For this fleeing group, whose supplies were desperately scarce, it was like sending charcoal in the snow.
Seja also discovered a special cloth sack adorned with exquisite Magic Patterns. Curious, she opened it, only to find a brand-new set of cold-resistant leather armor inside, along with an exquisitely crafted elven staff.
The wood of the staff was smooth and warm, with a gemstone set at its tip that radiated a gentle warmth. Simply holding it in her hand, she could feel a warm current driving away the cold.
"This is... for me?" Seja stroked the staff in