Northless
Alive? Alive.
''Alright, where's the crystal ball?'' The Rai asked her in a very serious tone, instead of a greeting, when the two groups met again. He was wet and shivering, and just slightly towering over his fighter friend. She was holding back a laugh, equally as confused as amused by the whole thing. Realizing that what he said made no sense whatsoever, he continued. '''Winter is soon', you say, and a gust of wind from the poles comes out of nowhere the second you leave. Then the rain. Rain! Did you see the rain, Olle? Did you send the rain, Olle? Did you swear revenge against me for that incident at Veldorn? -I am terribly sorry- but this, ma'am, is witchcraft. From today onwards, I hereby sentence you to continued salad-making duty and as my appointed ramble listene- AH''
Assaulted by two balls of fur half of his size, Klothe had to make an effort to not lose his footing. Before he could try to defend, the two scoundrels were gone, running back to the newly red and yellow caravans, amazed. He had honestly no idea where they came from or how they kept doing that, just that they appeared with the rest of the crew one day, and Olle had managed to keep them in track since, somehow. ''Can you tell your cubs to stop doing that?''
She snickered. ''Not my cubs, not my problem. And for you, I'm a Jar, not Olle.'' Right; Jar was a title, as much as Rai was. All female warriors carried it, and it was a sign of respect to use it. Then again, mockingly accusing someone of being a witch could very well avoid some cordialities. That last question may have stuck on Olle's head, though, because she found herself looking at the smaller on their clan doing an effort to stay still to get their faces painted, and couldn't help but smile. ''Isn't it incredible how the moon makes them? Some small, some tall, some able to speak...''
''Your cubs are incredible, yes.'' Klothe, smiling like an idiot, barely avoided a punch aimed to his head after that comment. They haven't known each other for long, but escaping death together tends to bond people. By now, he was nearly rattling as he spoke, so he stumbled down to a small campfire the others had begun. ''Now, mom of the year, let's set up camp before I freeze to death. Found anything interesting?''
The Jar grunted, making an effort to not laugh. After all, her units were strong and reliable, which filled her with pride. Giving a report back was an honor.''Do you like the idea of a new trade route?''
It took a second for Klothe's face to light up, and another second for him to spring back from his place and shout ''Oh, my beautiful witch!''
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By the next hour or so, the rest of the tribe had already settled bets on who would win this time. The Jar had a strong moral advantage, shouting ''Call me that again, mouse, and I'll make sure not even Illya can recognize your face after I'm done with you!'', while the Rai kept a strong fast pace, but was visibly more tired, having made more laps to the settlement than the scouts themselves did.
Though admittedly hilarious, it was usual Hara-Hara stuff by this point. They never got bored on the tribe, at least...
Units and actions:
5 coin, 12 Population, 2 Senaa Fighters, 2 Vanh Scouts +1 Happiness
Actions
Develop a Trade Route (1 turn, 2 coins)
Move one block to the northeast, and enter The Unity (2 turns)
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