Near the Bramble tribe, there was no river, but a stream flowing from a mountain crevice gathered into a rather large water pool. Everyone in the tribe fetched water from here for their daily needs.
Perhaps the abundance of rattan growing around the tribe wasn't entirely detrimental; at least the water flowing from the crevice, filtered through multiple layers of rattan roots, became crystal clear and even carried a hint of sweetness.
Kaelen stood by the water pool watching the Bramble people work, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. If Sane were here, he would probably have noticed that the High Priest's germaphobia was about to flare up again.
But the Chief was currently busy teasing a dog... no... teasing the Wood Spirit to tears along with the children.
