Suddenly, the village chieftess released the loudest sigh, her face lighting up with an enormous grin. She playfully nudged the village chief with her elbow and whispered in a low voice audible only to me and Thak, "You see, Ayla is going to be a mother. So, you better find me another personal servant because I won't continue to burden Ayla now that she's pregnant. Remember, it was your agreement." The mischievous smile stretched across her face, reaching from ear to ear.
The village chief responded with a nod and a reassuring reply, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it later." It appeared they had made some sort of wager or arrangement while we were away.
