"Oh? Do you have a solution in mind?" Robson asked with a smile.
After a moment of silence, Chief Moer continued.
"Legend has it that my Mountain Rock Bear Race was originally a vassal race of the Night Elf Empire in the north...
However, the three great Elf Kingdoms are constantly at war with each other. They also have a penchant for the bloody slaughter of their vassal races. For that reason, my ancestors, along with several other races, broke through the mountain passes and came to the Beastman Empire.
Each of our races has a Druidic tradition. Over the years, we have gathered often to discuss Druid Magic..."
Chief Moer recounted the story, his thick, bearish face showing an unnatural expression as he spoke.
The Bear Race had always been synonymous with honesty, but Chief Moer was now betraying his friends in exchange for Robson's support.
But he had no choice. When he thought of his kinsmen, Moer knew he had to do it.
Robson nodded.
