Kyar and Sorem

The salty scent of the sea mingled with the breeze rustling through the fields and fields. The sun was beginning to set, leaving its golden mark on every path of the clan. Inside the great hall, preparations were already underway for that evening's welcome feast, and in the central plaza, the newly returned warriors laughed, drank, and shared their latest tales.

I'm glad you're back, handsome. I was starting to miss you a lot.

Olive, a beautiful, slender blonde, spoke sweetly from Zorem's lap, stroking his chest with a small smile. Zorem laughed, squeezing her waist. On the other side, Lyar was surrounded by Aria and Nefta, who were simultaneously flirting with him.

They've taken a long time this time. I was beginning to think I'd have to send another ship to look for them.

Rodrik, their father, sat across from them with more drinks and a broad smile, pleased to have his children back. Between stories and conversations, the sun began to fade into its last rays, and the people grew increasingly drunk and lively. "They missed Aldor's tantrum, " a rather tipsy Aria said, laughing and earning a playful reprimand from Olive. "A tantrum? What happened now?" Zorem asked curiously as Kyar kissed Nefta. Aria, in a sweet voice, leaning back against Zorem's lap, replied, " One of his last slaves escaped from his village. The servants say he went red with rage. " Nefta, pulling away from Kyar, added, " Apparently, she killed two of Aldor's guards. Now he's offering a huge reward for her return." Poor woman, if he finds her… Olive broke the suspense with something akin to irritated amusement. "I don't think he'll find her." The girl must be dead, or very far from here. Even if she isn't... only Aldor and his servants have seen her face, and their descriptions aren't accurate; it seems more than 15 people have already tried to claim that reward.
Then a nearby disturbance caught his attention.