Metztil called for a meeting with the elders the very next day arrival after getting back, wishing to discuss Alexander's offer.
"Chief, this was not what was promised to us."
And after hearing the details of it, the first to raise the objection was a young middle aged looking man with a thick mustache, "The Helvati people have been wishing for much more."
Named Tepin, this was Metztil's biggest rival.
And towards this troublemaker, Metztil let out an impatient chirp, swatting his palms in a hurried manner,
"Everyone knows that deal was nothing more than hyperbolics. I will not bother wasting any time arguing with you on the details. Alexander has already drawn out his red line. Just tell me, do you agree or not?"
"....." The council of elders did not expect Metztil to be this impatient and turned to look at each other to see what the other thought.