"Look at him, that bastard completely screwed us over."
"Yeah, I was just about to bag my strongest sandworm yet, but he swooped in and killed it with a single arrow. That black cat then carried it away before I could even do anything."
"Hey, don't you think he must probably have a lot of tasty sandworms in his storage ring right now? How about we challenge him to get a few?"
Everyone paused and then turned to look at this youth.
"Cousin, if you want to get beaten to a pulp then we won't join you."
"That's right, as your brother there are some things we don't have to share as siblings. You can go get a beating if you want to."
The youth who proposed to fight Sol had his face changed.
"Who's going to challenge that monster alone? I'd rather face that Sand King."
As the burly youths talked among themselves, the person in question they were talking about had walked past them towards one of the largest tents in the Tribe.
