It was already afternoon when they were finally able to get an audience with the chief. They were greeted by Luntian who took them to a hut that was sort of a meeting hall for the villagers.
The place was a bit larger and had no wall, though there were a curtains maid of leaves giving them a bit of privacy from the onlookers.
A chair that was carved from a large trees trunk that still had some of it’s root gave a throne like look. While the decors consisted mostly of skulls which seemed to have come from the infected, and some woven baskets made from grass and bamboo sheets.
The two girls sat side by side of their father in a woven mat on the floor, Max was just on the side like an on looker while the five of them sat in front of the man.
“Lance, this is my father, Chief Crisanto,” L
