After Dago's shout died away, a rustling sound rose from the hazy Moonwood, and several figures appeared before him.
Their bodies were covered in glowing patterns painted with moon tree sap, blending into the surroundings so completely that they were nearly impossible to distinguish with the naked eye.
"Wudamiwu."
The leader stepped forward warily, speaking in a native dialect similar to the one Dago had used earlier.
"Wuda."
Dago gave a simple reply. When the other party spoke again, he said nothing further.
Because Ewakuai had only taught him those two phrases.
The natives Dago had drawn out huddled together and whispered among themselves before quickly turning and leaving. Only one remained behind to watch him and Tracy.
Dago extended his spiritual power after the departing natives, tracking them deep into Moonwood. Before long, he discovered a primitive-looking tribe. The people entering and leaving it were all ordinary mortals, but a layer of Rune Magic Array power enveloped the entire outskirts of the settlement. It was most likely Ewakuai's handiwork.
Out of courtesy, Dago did not advance rashly and simply waited quietly where he was.
The native left behind was a sturdy, dark-skinned young man. Perhaps drawn by Tracy's appearance, he kept secretly stealing glances at her.
When he noticed Tracy's injured feet, he even untied a small animal-hide pouch from his waist and carefully offered it to her.
Dago glanced at it and saw that it contained medicinal powder for treating external wounds. He did not stop him, merely giving the young native a slight nod in thanks.
Tracy, on the other hand, looked down on the medicine completely and did not even spare it a glance, leaving the young native looking both embarrassed and inferior.
Before long, the natives who had left returned, surrounding a young girl dressed