Amidst his wailing, the solemn yet joyful scene that took place in the early morning yesterday as he bid his eldest son goodbye for his expedition appeared in his mind.
"My Son, Tulumi, those outlanders have endless wealth so I believe that they must have an artifact gifted by the Gods to turn stone into gold, to turn nothingness into food, wine and all sorts of wonderful little things. Because of this, after you've captured your tribe, don't rob them of shallow materials. Instead, immediately search the underground cave they have dug out to find the 'source' of their wealth. This would be the smartest way!" Under the warm sun, on the open space beside the totem pole of the tribe, the Samru headman hugged a strong and young indigenous man tightly and exhorted in whisper.