"Your brain has become ailed with age," Pergad snapped, "You are reading into the details too much, and need I remind you that the prophecies also speak of a tyrant who shall emerge," he spat.
The atmosphere in the room changed as the numerous groove chiefs looked at Pergad, never had a chief dared to disrespect an elder in such a way, not for a long time.
There were of course disagreements from time to time and differences of opinion but to speak in such a foul manner was unbefitting of a chief.
Pergad gritted his teeth at the scornful looks, Tonan had prepared for this meeting but so had he, he closed his eyes and started to quote the words of a prophecy left behind by the saints.
"A breacher of the first law shall arise,
His home the land in the middle,
A tyrant with a venomous bite."
