"Basla, you said nothing would go wrong! You guaranteed it!" Poia said. The meeting had ended not long ago, but she had already headed over to the Lowat tribe to confront Basla.
Basla looked at her with crossed arms. He didn't have anything to fear even if Poia was angry. They were in his territory, surrounded by his loyal warriors, after all.
"Well, something did go wrong. What do you want me to do about it?" He asked shamelessly.
"...!" Poia was stunned at how little Basla cared.
"An apology for starters. Then I want your men to never set foot in my tunnels again."
"An apology? Sure. I'm sorry your daughter lost her arm," Basla said without a hint of sincerity.
"But you want my men to vacate your tunnels? Have you forgotten what you agreed to?"