PA!!
The sound of a violent slap rang out within a monotonous tent set somewhere around the clearing of the Zaputa tribe.
People wearing colorful silk and linen, unlike the rough animal furs usually worn around these parts, revealed stunned and horrified looks as they looked at a 'dignified' mage sprawling on the floor.
Golver took a heavy breath and gave each mage a stare, in an attempt to draw out any other mages with 'rebellious spirit' but after that slap, all of them kept their heads down, not resorting to anything funny.
"Stand up," he gave another command.
The mage slowly came back to his senses as he realized the position he was in. Holding his bleeding nose with one hand, he bowed deeply,
"My apologies esteemed elder, for any disrespect I might have shown, but I still hold the right to refuse to do these menial tasks as it's truly not an urgent situation right now."
