The firelight gleamed brightly, the plains stretched out endlessly, and the distant sea appeared vast and boundless. On the coastal plains, the Prepetcha Warriors of the kingdom and the warriors of the Yaolem Tribe gathered around the firelight, their expressions relaxed and joyful. At the center of the bonfire, two leaders stood facing each other, smiles on their faces and thoughts flickering in their minds.
At their feet, a wicker basket was tilted over on the ground. A large pile of gold blocks scattered, shining with a captivating golden light, catching everyone's eyes and stirring their hearts. The Prepetcha Warriors looked on with longing, while the warriors of the Yaolem Tribe seemed indifferent.
The old militia, Chiwaco, stared at the sparkling gold blocks, scratched his head, and spoke up.
"Friend, how would you like to trade this gold stone for long spears? We don't have many weapons left on our ship from this voyage..."
