"One… two… three… seven elders. I will need two of you to accept the punishment."
Their new ruler had just asked for two lives, in exchange for the freedom of the rest. In all honesty, the request was uncanny. It was an outrageous order, one that they wouldn't easily accept.
Tristan could clearly tell tension had suddenly risen, as everyone in the hall was pressured by his dictator-like decision. The hall was enshrouded with eerie silence and no one wanted to open their mouth lest the repercussion would be called upon them.
In the end, it was Tristan who broke the gradually chilly atmosphere.
"So.. how do you all want to do this? I'm up to anything, honestly." said Tristan nonchalantly, while folding his leg over the other.
"If you don't have any ideas, I can suggest some. You all can vote, or someone can volunteer themself. Oh, what about my personal favorite, a lottery. Anyway, any of these three will be fine for me."
