The Kingdom of the tribesmen.
"Now who do we have here?"
The husky but croaked voice said. The owner of the voice was seated on an elevated spot. A throne decked lavishly with liquids of lotuses. Two guards by the throne and stray panther walking about the palace.
The King who had spoken was dressed in a rich cloak made from the skins of wild cats. Twasnt really hard to note, except the countless cowries choking the hem and breath of the cloth.
Sitting before the king were few of the chiefs and an old man in chains who was on his knees before the King.
"Shame had it that he was an accomplice with that wierd man from the city. The wierd man as known was headed to the Manganis. We had gone there to retrieve our folks but then we met him with the city folks. One thing I'm not sure about if he was really thinking of overthrowing his motherland or selling it to the strangers."
The head warrior who was standing by the man in chains said.
