Adrian was let out of his tent the next day. His hands and legs were still tied together but loose enough to walk comfortably. He didn't enjoy being bound, but there was no alternative.
He already tried breaking the ropes every lonely second he got. But despite his efforts, he couldn't break free from the ropes.
They seemed to be made of some unique material that even his strength couldn't overcome. Thankfully, he wasn't brought out naked and was given one of the fur kilts the tribesmen wore.
Going commando under the kilt was uncomfortable, but not as much as the tribe's women eyeing him. Unlike what Akila, the old man who saved him, had said, the women seemed quite interested in him, and Adrian had his charm stat to thank for the attention. But they didn't know about it yet.
'Fuck me... I feel like an animal being paraded in the city,' Adrian thought as his gaze turned towards the men. 'Why do these elders have to leave far deep into the settlement.'
