"Honorable Red Crow Chieftain! We... need some time... to discuss..."
"Alright! Discuss right here, don't keep me waiting too long!..."
The sun set into the western wilderness, the large tent lit by an unsteady bonfire. Old militia Chiwaco frowned, leaning in with the Priest Mekate, their heads bowed. The two whispered quickly in the dialect of the Patzcuaro Lake region.
"Captain Chi, what should we do?"
"What to do? What do you think we should do?!..."
"Do you think... she would be intimidated by the threats of the Kingdom Legion?"
Hearing this, the old militia shuddered. He glanced immediately at the female chieftain with the icy mask, then covered Mekate's mouth.
"Damn it! Are you crazy? We've been blown here by the storm, the Kingdom doesn't even know! A bare-bottomed fox fell into a wolf's den, and you bring up Jaguar to intimidate! ... The wolf would eat you up, not leaving a bone... By then, no matter how fierce that Jaguar is, it knows nothing!"
