"So you better be more careful with your tone when talking with me...kid. You haven't been Tribe Leader long, and you might not stay that way for much longer if you continue on this path."
Citri glared viciously at Silvia, the coral-haired beauty was getting on his nerves. Combined with the earlier annoyances piling up, his desire to kill her grew.
"Is that a threat? You are on MY turf you know...I could have you killed right here, right now. I'm sure there are plenty of seakin who would happily take your place."
Contrary to what he had expected, Silvia just smiled eerily at his threat.
"Oh no! Blessed Mother Bellis save me from this fate!"
Still smiling despite the obvious sarcastic tone in which Silvia prayed for salvation, she shrugged and laid back into her chair and sipped from her glass. "I quite enjoy all the commotion you try and stir between the great tribes. I haven't had this much fun in some time."
