The two people over there didn't bother lowering their voices as they chatted on with gusto, perhaps they weren't afraid of them hearing them at all. After all, in their eyes, they were no threat at all.
After the two chatted for a while, the man then cupped his fists and bowed his hand to say goodbye, taking his team to another direction, this side, the one-eyed man in front of them once again took them forward, until, in the evening, they found a place to rest in the forest.
As the night descended, the air was a few points colder, and these people did not light up a fire, but instead they all leapt into the trees not far apart and rested.
The few of them were also carried up the tree, and a man stared at them and confided, "Don't move around, if you fall from here, you'll have to break your arms and legs even if you don't die."