Among the tribes(2)

Aron stepped out of the small hut, the dry earth crunching beneath his boots as he followed his escort through the village. The air was thick with the mingling scents of woodsmoke, livestock, and the ever-present staleness of unwashed bodies. Around him, the daily life of the tribe unfolded, though he could feel the weight of countless eyes lingering on him as he passed.

Women tending to small fires paused their work, their hands stilling over clay pots. Children, some bold and curious, others wary, peeked out from behind their mothers' legs. The warriors, however, made no attempt to hide their scrutiny. They stood in clusters, sharpening weapons or adjusting the leather of their armor, their expressions unreadable.