The Palace. Curt.
"There are some movements coming from the forest again."
One of the warriors stood before the Monarch panting. His beardy jaw was heaving rhythmic breath space as he read the reaction of the king in his face. The king didn't seem to be moved in the first place. Probably he was acquainted with such twist.
"Those should be the other groups of the strangers."
Ima was the first to hop on, dismissing the concerns of the warrior. His face was on the king who obviously was thinking his way through words.
"You can't be so sure, Ima. We haven't seen it for ourselves."
Another of the chiefs countered but Ima obviously didn't have a cool,
"We can't always wait for certainty before we arrive at a possible answer. That's why we are the chiefs of this land. We are supposed to make some delicate choices and opinions which makes us what we are."