Lake Fortress was bustling like never before, thanks to the Seolwoonhoe traders who had brought a treasure trove of goods.
The items were far superior in quality and quantity compared to what Bipen had provided. The variety of products was astonishing.
The eyes of the villagers sparkled with curiosity, akin to children discovering a transforming robot after only knowing toy cars.
Of course, just as those fancy toys came at the expense of parentsâ wallets, the same principle applied here. In this case, Yorn was the exasperated parent.
He cast a wary eye at me, clearly suspicious of the unfamiliar goods.
âWhat is the meaning of this?â he demanded.
âWhat do you mean? These are all for the benefit of the tribe. Do you have any idea how much effort I put into this?â@@novelbin@@
âOur tribe doesnât need such things. Send them all back.â
âWhat is this, âweâd rather perish than open our gatesâ nonsense? Should I get you some water-based paint? Easy to wash off, no permanent damage.â
âI donât understand your gibberish. These goods will only weaken the discipline of the tribe.â
I had a pretty good idea of what Yorn was concerned about.
It wasnât about money; it was the worry about the allure of these innovations. Once someone tasted convenience, they could never go back to their old ways.
Thatâs what he feared.
âThatâs why my monitor is still 60hz,â I mused internally.