Hog told the grinning Mok Chief very seriously:
"It's because you never gave us a chance to speak. I've seen the wildness of the Broken Tooth Clan, but my warriors and I did not come for war; we only wish to enter your Sacred land to worship."
"That is for war!"
Mok shouted:
"That is the Sacred land of our Broken Tooth, why should we let you outsiders in to worship? Unless you are willing to become vassals of the Broken Tooth Clan... but I will no longer accept you! You dared to raise weapons against us on our territory; that's a hostile act in itself.
Our Broken Tooth Clan is indeed poor, but we are not afraid of war."
"Ugh, I hate talking to bastards like you, who don't think things through."
Hog was also furious at this stubborn attitude.
It muttered a complaint, looked around, and made a strange gesture to Mok Chief. The Broken-Tooth Chief raised its eyebrows, pondered for a moment, then waved its claw, letting the guards step back a bit.
Then, Hog whispered:
