XERRA
A jar of bark juice was held in the other hand.
I smiled at Zelian, a hot spice plant grower. He was of middle age, still well-built, and more agile than any average Aryan with forty-eight chromosomes. He was also considered as one of the good fighters in our tribe. However, I was considered the best as no one had ever defeated me yet. That was why my people gave me the privilege to teach the younger ones how to fight at duskside.
“Good catch today as usual, eh?” he commented, glancing at the purple kunijoh in my hand.
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