At this moment of farewell, hearing Dust Beater speak recklessly made the Pallian Sisters blush.
Amid the peculiar laughter and whistles of veteran players watching nearby, using the playful gesture of "little fists pounding your chest," they completed their final goodbye with Dust Beater. Then, under the summons of the clearly displeased Mrs. Pallian, they headed to the mercantile caravan.
The Brick Mover and Samoyed Syria chuckled as they stood beside Dust Beater, patting their tearful junior on the shoulders.
They were so deeply invested in Dust Beater's emotional progress—now that they had witnessed its culmination, they naturally wore strange maternal-like smiles.
Murphy and Milian remained where they stood, watching the convoy slowly depart. Together with the surrounding players, they stood in the cold night wind, listening to the children inside the caravan singing local ballads, watching them disappear into the distance.
