Divine Palace Mountain Range, Crowman Tribe.
In a spacious conference room, several Crowman elders sat around a conference table, all staring gravely at a basket of goods on the table.
"Everything in this basket was bought from that Fool woman's stall, just as you instructed..." a Crowman servant explained to the Tribal Chief at the head of the table.
"Mm. Take them out..." The Crowman Tribal Chief nodded.
Under everyone's gaze, the Crowman servant placed the items in the basket on the table, one by one.
"Look at that bowl. I think I saw that pattern at the Tribal Chief's house just a few days ago..."
"Yes, and that vase. The chip on its mouth is exactly like the one on the vase I saw on the Tribal Chief's balcony..."
"I heard the Tribal Chief's house was ransacked the day before yesterday. Apparently, everything that could be moved was taken. They didn't even spare the broom by the door..."
"Could these be..."
The Crowmen wore odd expressions as they whispered among themselves.
As the Crowman Tribal Chief looked at one utterly familiar object after another, his expression grew darker and darker, and the hand gripping his cane shook uncontrollably.
Once the servant had emptied the basket, the Crowman Tribal Chief sighed and turned to the others with a bitter smile. "There's no mistake. These are the things stolen from my house..."
"That female Fool really is an accomplice of the Sparrowman Bandits!"
"These Fools are far too brazen! They have no regard for us at all!"
"Unforgivable..."
The Crowmen angrily denounced them. Putting stolen goods up for public sale the very next day, without even trying to conceal anything-they had never seen such audacious thieves!
"Then should we send someone to arrest that woman?" one Crowman suggested.
"That won't