Localized English Version
“Only the elderly, women, and children are allowed to drink water,” Wolfnine said quietly, staring into the flames. “And even then, only a small portion each day. Our tribe can send a team to fetch water only once a month… and every time, someone dies.”
His voice dimmed, the light in his eyes fading into sorrow.
Whatever memories he was reliving clearly weighed heavy.
Martin didn’t press. He simply nodded, giving the man space.
After a long silence, Wolfnine drew a slow breath and regained his composure.
Martin then asked softly, “Where exactly do you go each month to get the water?”
Wolfnine looked toward the distant horizon.
“Half a day’s journey from here. There’s a lake—a river, really. It’s the only source of water within hundreds of miles of this des
