The early morning sun cast long shadows across the yard of Khao'khen's quarters. Dust motes danced in the slanting light, illuminating the grim set of Khao'khen's jaw as Sakh'arran approached. The air hung heavy with the unspoken weight of recent events – Dhug'mur, Vir'khan, and Drae'ghanna's departure had given him the chance to voice his opinion regarding the recent matter.
Sakh'arran, his face etched with lines of worry, bowed respectfully before Khao'khen, who sat upon a rough-hewn stool, his gaze fixed on the scattered maps depicting the two mountain ranges.
"Chieftain," Sakh'arran began, his voice low and measured, "I have some thought to the matter of the other tribes." He paused, allowing his words to hang in the air before continuing. "The training you recently offered… it was generous, perhaps too generous."
