Offering a bounty for a Broken revealed all sorts of oddities.
Dranosh racked his brains but still could not figure out what secret lay behind it.
He sighed and said to Mar'jano, "Let's set that aside for now. If you trust me, come with me to the Regar Territory and stay there for the time being. We're different from the Mag'har Tribe on the grasslands. We have no clans, no tribes. Everyone answers to High Warlord Regar. As long as you conscientiously complete the work assigned to you, you won't need to worry about anything else. Food, lodging—everything will be arranged. Everyone is equal. There is no distinction between high and low, noble and humble."
The Broken showed a yearning expression and nodded. "All right. If it really is as good as you say, I'm willing to go."
They were not far from the Regar Territory now. Everyone was eager to get home and had rested enough, so they unanimously decided to head back overnight.
Traveling light, the group was in a completely different state of mind from the days when they had been fleeing. Even Gale, the direwolf, had become lively, leaping about now and then as it chased small animals across the grasslands.
The Goblin Gordmanpu burst into loud laughter. "Dranosh, all this business got you was a Broken. Do you think Regar will be angry?"
"Shut up. Golden Throat is only good at saying nice things, not badmouthing people." Dranosh was a little angry now. The Broken Mar'jano was willing to join the Regar Territory. From now on, she would be a brother or sister living alongside them. If Gordmanpu kept talking nonsense, people would get the impression that everyone in the Regar Territory liked mocking others.
"All right, all right. Golden Throat was only joking." The