Grouse

Tully was not one who was easily concerned. So when Sean-John heard him grouse about the hut where his team was being housed, it was time to speak up.

"Listen here Talawalahawee," Sean John approached the chief, "your people have problems with the islanders across the bay and the allegiance of the creatures in the sea, I know. But your poor treatment to my staff has got to stop."

The chief sat and stared. The fire burning behind him in the stone temple alcove crackled. More leaves were tossed in the fire, and the heat breezed across Sean John's face. It was warm, and getting warmer. Talawalahawee did not move. Sean-John was left with only one option. The challenge.

"Then, you leave me no choice." Sean John rotated to address the chief and his entire village. His voice rang out amongst the trees, the sand, and the beaches.

"BEFORE TO EYES OF THE GODS AND THE EARS OF THE DEAD. I REQUEST MY RIGHT TO PALALALOBAI!"