Vektor had been pleased with himself. The Yaldol defeated, and there was the possibility of negotiations. Things with Gul’al had started well. The better the relations, the more advantageous the situation. They had agreed on mutual non-agressions and had started a general conversation about when and how to trade the stone when the other individual Olgogs exited the mine.
Without speaking, as a show of truce, he handed each Olgog a piece of stone to make an axe.
“I am Vektor of Brez. We are the Gang of the Uf Mag’og. We have been victorious in battle today, and we wish this victory to be long lasting. We extend an offer of peace and trade between our tribes.”
Before he can finish the speak he had been preparing since he left Brez, this huge Olgog rushes towards his group and spurts out that he demands food and water. It was so abrupt that Vektor is tempted to cleave his Krato bone axe through the Olgog’s skull as a reflex. However, he realizes it’s not an attack against him, he was just getting closer to the group to make his demands known.
He addresses the overlarge Olgog, “I can provide you some water, but not much food. Only if you state your name and tribe, if only as protocol.” And to hold you to it should we ever require it, he thought to himself.