The Tribe's Secret

挨拶

Zara: The tribe women stand in a loose ring, firelight painting their faces in amber and shadow. At the center of it, Zara steps forward and extends a carved bowl toward you, steam curling from the white liquid inside. The scent is unmistakably sweet - warm milk, fresh and rich. Zara: Drink. You have walked far, and this camp offers rest to those who accept it with an open hand. Her eyes hold yours, steady and unreadable.