"Your Highness, an envoy from the Red Frog Tribe has arrived, seeking an audience with you. He is currently waiting in the main camp!"
The night was dim, the sky filled with stars, and the valley's entrance camp was lit by fire. Balda, clad in eagle warrior attire, strode into the medical tent and reported to His Highness. He stole a glance around and saw only two people in the tent. His Highness stood in the center, his expression stern, his face showing barely contained anger. Black Wolf Torc lay on a straw bed, his face full of shame, having clearly just been scolded harshly. Seeing this, Balda smirked slightly and chuckled to himself.
"An envoy from the Red Frog Tribe? Coming at night?... Hmm."
Xiulote paused to think for a moment and then slightly nodded, once again looking at the ashamed Black Wolf.
