mbers of the Watson Tribe had already arranged their items neatly, with an Orc standing behind each stall, smiling and greeting Shansen warmly when they saw him.
Shansen and his tribespeople returned the gesture enthusiastically.
Noticing the disarray of their items, an Orc from the Watson Tribe ca over to help: "Place one of each item on the top and keep the rest underneath. If soone wants to trade, you can take from below. That way, the display won’t look so ssy."
Grateful, Shansen gave the Orc a unique fruit from his tribe. The Orc chuckled and handed him a stead bun: "I made this myself, today’s food is purple fruit rice, which you probably haven’t tried before. It’s a delicacy in our tribe, really tasty, give it a try."
He didn’t give more, as he didn’t carry much on him; it was sothing he had tucked into his pocket before leaving in a hurry.
Looking at the white food that fit in the palm of his hands, a sweet aroma wafted into Shansen’s nose. He tore off a small piece and popped it into his mouth.
It felt soft and sweet as he chewed, tasting delicious.
After finishing the small piece, he shared the remaining food with his tribespeople behind him, giving everyone just a small bite and leaving the last piece for the youngest Orc.
"How did you trade for this fruit?" The Orc from the Watson Tribe also took a bite of the yellow fruit that Shansen had given, which even unpeeled, had a faint fragrance.
But after peeling and tasting it, the fruit flesh was delicate and lted in the mouth, tart and sweet with a distinctive aroma, making it very delicious.
The Orc’s eyes sparkled as he stared at the small pile of yellow fruits, his gaze filled with longing.
Shansen looked at him, smiled and pushed the small pile of fruits over: "These fruits are also not abundant in our area, and our tribe loves them, so we don’t have much left. If you like them, take them, no need to trade."
The Orcs from the Mountain Tribe opened their mouths as if to speak but stopped themselves. These fruits had been collected by the tribespeople over a long ti, as not only did the Orcs enjoy them, but so small forest animals did too.
The trade happened so suddenly, they hadn’t had ti to gather more, and only brought what each Orc family could contribute.
Yet, seeing Shansen, the Orcs remained silent, trusting his leadership in this trade might have his own reasons.
Contrary to their expectations, the Orc from the Watson Tribe shook his head: "That won’t do, I can’t just take your fruits for nothing. Tell what you need, and we can make an exchange."
Seeing his earnest expression, Shansen and his people’s impression of the Orc from the Watson Tribe improved significantly.
"May I look around your stall?"
The Orc from the Watson Tribe nodded: "Of course, I have a wide variety of goods here. I intended to exchange these fruits to give to Shaman. If you don’t find what you need at my stall, feel free to check the other stalls too."
Shansen’s eyes shone brighter, determined to carefully examine the Watson Tribe’s goods and barter for the most useful items to bring back, surely earning his father’s praise.
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