Nina remained silent, deep in thought. The contrast was stark. The northern part of the Yaren tribe had been decimated by Pharaoh's men, while this area received assistance. Her instincts told her something wasn't right.

She glanced at the boy, and he followed her. Nina walked to the center of the yard, approaching the old woman and the little girl. She didn't recognize the herbs on the ground, but their roots were long.

"How do I do this?"

The boy, quick on the uptake, translated Nina's question.

The old woman, upon hearing the voices, looked up at Nina and the boy. To her, they seemed like a young woman in her twenties and a teenage boy.

"Snap off the roots, shake off the soil, and bundle them into groups of twenty."

The boy translated the old woman's instructions.

them, "How did

turmoil, and the Yaren were heavily divided. The presence of allied forces nearby had created a rift between the northern and central Yaren tribes. The boy's accent marked

him a nudge. "We fled

truth about the massacre and

are kind. We won't trouble you too much. Stay here for now and don't think

didn't understand.

stationed around us. We survive only. because of Pharaoh's protection. If you leave this village you'll be hunted by these forces. Our area isn't governed by the government,"

to Nina, making her hair

a chorus of children's

spoke

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