The drums murmured softly, accompanied by the joyous singing of the crowd, echoing across the wilderness by the sea. The bonfire flickered, casting its light on both faces, revealing seemingly similar smiles.
Old Militia Chiwaco smiled with an aged face, carefully observing Chieftain Kalan's expression, and spoke.
"Friend, good! Well! ...where is that island with many seabirds?"
"Ahahaha!"
Chieftain Kalan's smile was warm, but he did not answer directly. He looked at the Copper Spears of the Prepecha Warriors with great interest and asked.
"Friend, your Long Spears seem different from ours... can I take a look?"
Chiwaco's expression paused for a moment, then he smiled and nodded after a few seconds.
"Friend, good!"
After speaking, he shouted a couple of words to Puap. The Huitu Warrior, with a wary expression, held a Bronze Shortsword at his waist with one hand while handing over a Copper Spear with the other.
