Ten elders come inside the room one by one with red, frowned faces, and their lips in a thin line.
"Clan Leader, why is the Second Elder in that state?" the elder who walked in front of the others asked recklessly.
"And what happened to the Third and Fourth Elder outside the building?" asked another indignantly.
"Oh, you don't know? Or is it you pretend not to know?" Little Mara raised her eyebrow and asked with mock visible in her eyes.
The Elders' Council felt enraged. 'How dare this brat give us those looks?'
'What face does this one have that is wet behind the ears?'
'What a rude brat.'
The Elders' thoughts were close to them. None of them had a good look at little Mara, just because of her age, they all underestimated her.
"Clan Leader, give us an explanation about what's going on." The man leading the Elders insisted.
