An Offering of Peace

After morning practices, someone knocked on the door of Tilal's house. She opened it to find that olive skinned woman that accompanied the man everyone called Lunos almost everywhere.

"Hello, Tilal," she said. "Afena sent me to spend some time with you."

"Oh?" Tilal was genuinely puzzled. "About something in particular? Is anything wrong? I told Irimena from the beginning... I'm sorry I haven't found anything useful to do here."

"No, no." Urtil shook her head as she spoke. "No, it's not that. You're very useful at the common hall, preparing all the food stuffs with us, and it's good that you stay out of trouble, believe me."

"I'm sorry," Tilal insisted.

"May I come in?"

"Please."

Urtil stepped in, minding a bag that hung from one of her shoulders. They sat at the fire pit, and when it was clear that Urtil waited in vain to be offered something to drink, she carefully placed her bag on the floor next to her, and began the conversation.