Scene CII

"Aslak. Come here a tad." — The warlock that had gone to the other tribe members to learn of the remnant preparations, called for the awkward Archduke staring dubiously at those surrounding his wife.

"No." — Nonetheless, he answered.

"Come here, he-goat!! I got no patience for ya shit!"

"..." — Continuing to stare at the woman, his hand refused to let go of her figure. Feeling more upset as he knew Otrur Nolsvun could be as annoying as the unsettling sensation.

"Oi, don't enrage old Otrur, Myrkzver. Tha hunt wasn't easy, Ya know?"

Ewelina peeked at the frustrated warlock at Vinka's comment, who was mumbling curses as he was about to go drag her spouse to follow him. And so, letting their gazes meet, she lightly flinched as she noticed the man's fixated stare.

"... Husband." — She took a moment to compose her surprise, solely to softly converse with the reluctant Aslak. — "Do go ahead, I am to stay here and continue to help prepare the bonfire."