Dana wandered around his stone house, carefully inspecting every corner. Once he confirmed that it was not much different from his old home, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
He gently stroked the stone wall, his heart filled with a sense of belonging.
A moment later, he picked up the skinning knife Ang had given him, hung the telescope around his neck, and excitedly ran off to show them off to his friends.
Ang led his Camelback Beast to a wooden stake outside Dana's stone house, tied it there, and gently patted its neck, signaling it to rest peacefully.
Afterward, he decided to wander around the Stonehorn Tribe and familiarize himself with the surroundings.
The entire Stonehorn Tribe looked primitive and simple. The weapons and daily tools used by the Minotaurs were almost entirely made of stone, carrying the air of an ancient tribe.
Though their living conditions were harsh, every face wore a natural, honest smile.
As Ang walked along the tribe's paths, nearly every Minotaur he encountered greeted him warmly. Some even stopped their work to cast curious looks his way.
They clearly had never seen a human before, yet they showed no hostility. Instead, they were full of kindness and friendliness.
Before he knew it, Ang had reached the very center of the tribe. A building wider and sturdier than the other stone houses stood before him.
In the open space before it, a tall, heavily muscled Minotaur sat atop a huge boulder, carefully sharpening a stone axe in his hand.
Each time he sharpened it, the axe edge glinted coldly beneath the sunlight, making its sharpness plain for Ang to see.
Ang did not rush to interrupt him. Instead, he quietly sat to one side and observed the Minotaur's movements.
That calm, precise sharpening technique