"Tribe Leader, they have begun to make their move."
Sitting steadily on his large but plain throne, Tribe Leader Flint rubbed his scaly chin in thought. Even though his view did not leave the various inscription screens showing the many different fights occurring across the first stage, his mind was elsewhere.
"Very well. It's about time that they did something, I was worried they wouldn't have the gall to go through with their plans. Do you have your men watching the other Tribe Leaders and key Elders?"
Even though none of the attendants or Elders present in the room had opened their mouths to speak, a voice answered respectfully.
"Yes, Tribe Leader.
Tribe Leader Citri has been watching the fights but has had a foul mood since the female Frost Wolf's defeat, but he hasn't made any moves since getting information from that ratkin.
The Elder stationed with him hasn't made any suspicious movements either.
