"Good," Prince Gorr rasped, taking a slow, deliberate sip from the wooden cup Lumi had left him. He placed the cup down with a heavy thud that echoed in the tense silence of the High Hall. "Now that we have finalized everything and agreed on the battle plan... it's time for you guys to show your sincerity."
Elder Thorne, practically vibrating with the desperate need to prove his worth to the Zharun delegation, eagerly seized the moment. He stepped directly into the center of the room, turning his back on Warchief Veylara to face the Prince.
"Of course, Prince Gorr! Of course!" Thorne boomed, his voice echoing off the petrified timber pillars. He puffed out his chest, attempting to project an image of grand authority. "The Veynar tribe understands the heavy price of war. We have prepared an offering worthy of our great alliance! High-quality essence meat, the most exotic fruits gathered from the perilous inner canopy, and our finest medicinal herbs!"
