A few days passed, and not much had changed. At this point, Rui could only wait for news. They had done everything that had to, and now the ball was in the G'ak'arkan Tribe's court. Rui just had to make sure that they were prepared for anything.
And he was when it did end up happening.
"Sir, a Martial Squire from the G'ak'arkan Tribe has arrived, announcing that Senior K'Mala of their tribe would be arriving at dusk," An agent of the diplomatic team rushed into the diplomatic office, announcing to Rui.
"Well," Rui stood up. "At least they had the courtesy to tell us ahead of time. Almost all of the preparations have already been prepared. Make sure they're all ready."
"Yes, sir," The man nodded, before rushing away to do his job.
"You heard that, Zeyra, Stemple?" Rui raised an eyebrow at his two assistants.
"Yes, sir, we'll ensure that we are ready by then," They nodded.
"Good,"
