The night passed in an instant, and Rion stood before a hut located on the east side of the Redwood Basin.
Beside him stood Mirak, his face pale from nervousness.
Sensing the dull mood around him, Rion slightly narrowed his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"
Mirak lowered his head and mumbled weakly, "My mother is here..."
Rion's left brow furrowed unexpectedly, and he asked, "Your mother is a gatherer?"
Mirak nodded, and Rion fell silent.
Women and weak men were given the role of gatherers, but they stopped being one after their marriage, so there was only one case under which one could continue to be a gatherer.
'His mother is a widow,' Rion guessed. Sympathy arose in him, but he didn't show it on his face.
Mirak was a warrior and he didn't need sympathy from anyone, not even his liege.
A smile appeared on Rion's face, and he muttered, "That would make the conversation easier."
