Both Lucaon and Elijah had entered the Dillon tribe's village through the main entrance. Prying and curious eyes stared at them as they made their way to the main estate where the Dillon Tribe's chief lives and does his duties.
The village was bright even though dusk had already fallen upon them. Lucaon took his time looking around his surroundings with no care about the dozens of eyes staring at him.
Meanwhile, Elijah was having a hard time trying to hide the fact that he was awkward and not quite used to people staring at him.
It was only right for him to feel so, as if eyes could throw daggers and kill, then he would have been long since dead.
The people of the village overtly showed hostility to the two people, who were considered as foreign to them. That was mostly one of the majo
