Peter was led to the parlor of the chief's house — which was occupied by a group of old men.
He stared at these old men who had what seemingly looked like calm expressions on their faces.
They were ten in number — and were dressed in white robes that were intricately designed with gold embroidery.
Though their expressions were calm, Peter's heightened senses were able to pick up various feelings from their faces.
Some of them held hidden fear within their gazes — while others held caution and alarm.
Peter was not sure why they all seemed jittery and nervous.
But he was sure of one thing — it was none of his damn business.
All he planned to do right now, was to get fed from their so called feast — and then be on his jolly good way.
He had done what he could to save them from the beasts — therefore any other issue arising was not his concern.
"Lord Mage these are the eminent members of the high council"
