Trals raised his arms and voice to address the warriors gathered before him. "Long ago, when the Ethlek were newly exiled from Fallen Megga, they did not know how to live on the Face of God. Hunger and madness waxed terrible. Then came the First Leader, who showed them the killing ground of the tyrannosaur," he said, "and taught them how to steal from it."
"Pipe down," hissed Njrea.
Dzhiff the Dwalotch Eethlek agreed. "The tyrannosaur will hear you, you maniac."
"The King of the Face of God has better things to do now than hunt down noises in the woods," said Trals, "I assure you."
"Yeah," Njrea snorted, "you also assured me that thing wouldn't attack. And then it attacked."
Trals pursed his lips. "Woe betide a warrior who leads his wife to battle."
The men chuckled, and Njrea glowered. Trals made an elaborate Slaver bow. "Lead us, if you would, oh Njrea."