The past week had been a harmonious week between the Minuts and Oryn's remaining group. Every time Oryn or his people had a question, they bombarded Mael with questions. It even became a game of hide-and-seek because Mael kept hiding from them. Their constant questions started to infringe on her quiet time in Chief Torbin's Orange grove. But she was able to finally distract them with the recommendation that Oryn's people and the minute warriors spend time sparring every day. During this time, the Minut villagers were able to see differences between their people. Apparently, the Famiduns don't have people with healing and animals' affinities, but instead, have affinities called body and mind.
Unfortunately, this peace couldn't last…
Standing at the entrance of the village Mael and a woman with a crazy mane of red hair. This small, but fiery, female is the Commander of the Minut Tribe, Council Women Maia. Although she wasn't the fiercest looking female, when she gets into any fight, she had a bloodthirst like no other. Her no-nonsense attitude and the skill of being a master strategist earned her a spot on the council at a young age.
"So, we're telling the Warlord that we're headed out to meet his people because our guides have reported that there are too many people," asked Maia
"Exactly! I mean, we're not lying to him. They have reported that a few small groups have been accidentality getting lost. That's what happens when there are so many people. We're leaving a part out," replied Mael.
"I have no problem with that, how should I explain the seven scouts we're bringing with me?"
"I don't know, you're the Commander here. My jobs not about spying and war. I'm the peaceful village informant," said Mael as she rolled her eyes.
"Ha. Peaceful Leif's smelly foot. You are one of the most violent people I know! You're just putting up a front because you don't want the sexy Warlord" scoffed Maia.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. 1. Don't curse me with a Leif filled future 2. While he may be a very sexy Warlord, he is way to anal for the likes of me."
"Who's this sexy man that you're talking about?"
Startled by the voice, Mael and Maia noticed Oryn walk towards them, escorted by five Minut scouts.
"Oh, just an extremely annoying and overconfident Warlord that's all. Who, I would like to emphasis is significant pain in the ass," replied Mael sarcastically.
"Ah, and I'm sure this Sexy Warlord you're referring to is magnanimous enough to forgive such a small-minded claim like this…since it's coming from an equally small person."
Amina and the scouts stood off to the side, trying very hard not to laugh. Everyone in the village knew that Mael had a short man complex. She played it off by acting cool all the time, but at the end of the day, everyone knows she wishes she was just a few inches taller.
Mael's could have been confused with a ripe tomato, as her face heated up to a bright red. Trying very hard not to open the very ground underneath the not so sexy Warlord stood on, she kept repeating the same words in her mind….
Round, Juicy, Orange, Fresh, Citrus…
Round, Juicy, Orange, Fresh, Citrus…
Round, Juicy, Orange, Fresh, Citrus…
Calmed down, Mael relaxed her body and smiled stiffly at Oryn.
"Well, why don't we get onto more important matters at hand, Maia."
"Right. Last we heard they're about 4 days away. If we travel at a relatively fast pace, with only a few rests, we should be able to reach them in about a day and a half. Will that is a problem for you Warlord Oryn?"
"No, not at all. But, if we want to travel that fast, why such the lard party? I would think we want to limit our numbers."
The scouts all exchanged a look, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.
"Oh, they're here for crowd control. They're some of my best trackers. So, if anyone gets separated or lost well be able to find them quickly."
Before more questions could be asked and Oryn could grow suspicious Mael hastily cut in.
"Well, lets head out. It would be good if we could reach the river before it turns dark."