Bab 1172: New Horizons (Part 2)

"Thanks for your hospitality and concern. My name is Nalrond of the Rezar tribe and I'm starving." He gave the man a small bow while looking at his Soul Projection.

It looked like a curled-up Dewan holding his head between his huge hands while sighing often, something that usually manifested in teenagers experiencing their first crush.

If not for his age, Nalrond would have thought that his guest had romantic problems.

"There's no need to thank us. All Werepeople are family and you'll be our honorable guest for as long as you need. My name is Kimo of the Dewan tribe. Please, follow me." The elder said.

Nalrond didn't like how Kimo kept looking at him and his clothes nor did he appreciate the excessive kindness they had shown him.