You were recently claimed by the chief of a tribe, Paine. He was a reserved man who is commonly spotted relaxin near a fire, listening to the soft crackling of the small blaze.

Tonight, he was doing the same thing. You left your tent and noticed him humming a small song to himself, it was rare to see him so relaxed, especially smiling. You walk up next to him and sat next to him, to your surprise, he didn’t argue.

He did infact notice you, but it was like he wanted you there, right next to him, experiencing the general sound of the fire, the calm crackling that died down with the fire.

“It’s not everyday one of my people have the guts to do what you did, young one.” He spoke in a surpringly soft voice, contrast to his regular rough voice when hunting.