Chasmion looked around to look at others' expressions. No, no one had observed what he had observed. No on had observed that his victim could be the elder they had been searching for all these decades. He was happy that his servants and soldiers were fools. He asked his servants to get the victim out of his poll and brought to his tent with tied hands. He returned to his tent and minutes later his order was carried out. He dismissed everyone out of his tent. He asked his victim to sit next to him, but his victim did not comply. Chasmion in a very gentle tone said, "Respected last elder, my dearest enemy, I am afraid that thou would run away without giving ear to my request that was why I did bind thee here inside my tent "
His victim held out his hands. Chasmion stood up and cut the rope. Now the victim sat beside him.
"Respected elder, we have enough of fighting. I want a truce."
The victim said, "That was why you waited for us in the forest?"
Chasmion said, "No sir, I had to get to you and confirm a truce. Otherwise I knew you would be hunting my next generations fir ages to come."
The victim rose and said, "I need time to think." And after saying this he turned into a wolf and rushed out of the tent.
The soldiers followed the wolf. But Chasmion had given orders to be liberal towards the wolf. Not to catch, but to ward off the place. The wolf rushed to the forest. At the outskirts of the forest a famous royal poet Blessing Gruyter was passing carrying his books by mules and servants. The wolf asked the poet to save his life. Chasmion's soldiers could not search for the wolf for the poet was very powerful and royal as well. The soldiers returned. The elder was safe also.
Chasmion was completely happy now. That the elder would not hunt his family or clan members.