[Slightly R-18]
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Wae peered out, a brow raised at the numerous praise coming from some older men and women below while waving their pieces of meat, bread, or clutching a bowl of soup they had been given on behalf of the Lychief.
Taking a step back, Wae used his hand to wipe down his face as he laughed at the weird turn of events in his favor.
'Accountability, huh?' He muttered to himself.
Before Vanas could even comment on what had transpired, he pointed an accusing finger at him. "I would like you to shut up just this once."
Vanas raised his hands in surrender, "does it look like I care about this petty shit?"
Draegul had a smile, patting Wae on the shoulder, "good luck with the attention."
Giving a knock on the door, he waited till it opened up and stepped out without another word.
The other tribal chiefs stood for a while before Mich rushed out in a hurry, taking the opportunity of an escape to get back to his territory.
