The Kingdom of the Tribesmen.
"What do we do, your highness?"
One of the chiefs clothed in a robe which had an outer layer close to a mantle shot. His eyes running through the throne and his face rough. He seemed to have some dark intentions clouded by the mists of his words. Though he was pretty much thoughtful in giving a stay.
There were three others siting with him on the chairs before the throne. Two chiefs on each chair and the king had his face glued on them.
The chief who had asked the question looked away from the king to his mates. He nodded his head to a hidden motive and was distracted,
"It's past several days and they wouldn't return."
The second chief added to what the first chief had said. The king yet wasn't ready to speak. His face was clouded by the mass of worries. He couldn't hide it. He didn't want to.
"Shall we send in more warriors and create a seeming stance?"