C57 Fire
The elder seemed contemplative, and as Zhang Yan spoke, the rest of the room exchanged puzzled glances. They hadn't given it much thought until he brought it up, but now, it was as if they were dredging up fragments of memory.
They occasionally felt a twinge in their bellies, but they paid it little mind. How could the robust men of their tribe be so fragile? It was merely a stomachache
