Like the eerie silence before a storm, the tent grew unnaturally quiet that caused poor Komak collapse shakingly on his knees with his head pressed painfully on the ground, desperately hoping to weather the devastating storm about to descend upon them.
Yet to his and all the gathered Patriarchs' confusion, instead of an eruption of thunderous words and chilling promises of an unsightly end, a hearty and jovial laughter like a spring's breeze swept through the gathered military officers, and even Hamilcar himself couldn't hide the chuckle that escaped his throat.
A look of utter confusion passed through the faces of all the gathered Patriarchs, especially those who supported Gallick's earlier words, but before they could ask what was so funny, Hamilcar's voice cut through the cacophonous sounds of the still laughing officers "Gallick of the Olgan Clan was it?"
Though bewildered by the sudden question, Gallick still replied "Yes, indeed."
