-So, now you want to give me orders and make me a part of your bucket list! – Ahsane grunted, visibly offended – For generations, Alesh had the tribes forbidden from coming anywhere near this fortress under pain of a slow, painful death… You’ve never so much as looked our way while we struggled to live, thirsty, famished, and confined in our caves, then suddenly you want our help?
-Instructions…. They are instructions, not orders, Ahsane – The woman declared in a deliberately serene tone – And you said it yourself, you’ve been struggling to survive, so believe me, this arrangement would be greatly beneficial for you and your tribe.
-Why now? – The Kephian barked at her, his voice laced with unquestionable suspicion – Is it because you are dying, and you just remembered you have a decayin
