“Why aren't you with your tribe?” asked Maribella, and she tensed up as the words left her mouth, as if she hadn't been the one to ask them. “Hmm,” hummed Asteria. Time passed by. The fire crackled, the logs popped, and strong winds gusted outside, making the building creak. “I've never seen a Ha-Mazan warrior out of your lands before,” said Maribella. “This is true,” said Asteria. Her voice was soft and low, gentle in the quiet of night. “We do not leave our lands. Only an outcast would leave their tribe.” Maribella watched as Asteria gazed into the fire. “So, does that mean you're an
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