Chapitre 99: Evolution for All

The Collector pointed down to the sleeping elder's crumpled, prone form. "Take this specimen elsewhere. Ensure his continued warmth."

One of the hobgoblins nodded and came up, picking the comparatively small elder up in his arms and carrying the aged specimen away to the corner of the Snowmound.

There, the other goblins draped the elder with fur blankets, a cloak, and rags that seemed to belong to the elder precisely for the purpose of keeping him warm.

The elder was the navigator of this tribe. Through his knowledge, the tribe traveled and maintained their survival, for he alone possessed the necessary, passed-down knowledge capable of traversing this harsh biome with reliable survival rates. 

Thus, the tribe was already familiar with a routine of caring for the elder.

Good.

The Collector could then spend less time on needless instructions and more on experimentation.