"Andy is dead," the Dog Demon spoke the plain truth, "He tried to trade grain with human merchants behind the Blackwell Tribe's Leader, was carelessly discovered, fell into Blackwell's ambush, and got killed."
"What? Why would he do that? How could he pull off such a thing?"
"No wonder Blackwell took back the grain they sold to us, the damn culprit turns out to be that bastard Andy."
"What to do? What do we do now? Having offended Blackwell, they definitely won't sell us grain anymore."
"Why don't we elect another Leader, have him negotiate with Blackwell's Leader, and explain that the grain deal with the human merchants was solely Andy's doing and had nothing to do with us. Assure them that we will continue to pay tribute and buy grain as before."
"That's a good idea, that's a good idea, but who will be the big Chief?"
"How about you do it."
"No, no, I'm not capable. I think it's better if you do it."
"You should do it!"
