Just Another Day

The Prairie clans viewed the peace offerings rather skeptically.

"What guarantee do we have of your newfound peacefulness after we help you overthrow the fundamental Imperials?" the chief of the Thistle clan asked.

"Those who make up the rebellion has held little interest in the raiding parties, but we do not have the relationship with the Prairie as the Ferals do. We can only give our word, and no doubt that won't carry much weight," the emissary said uneasily.

"Indeed, it does not," the chief said shrewdly. "But we shall try it, for a season. We haven't much choice ourselves, not with the weakened state we're in."

"Warriors from other clans are coming," the chief continued as he petted a goat nudging his leg. "For your sake, you should be honest about your intentions. The net grows ever tighter. The Imperials cannot sustain these attacks for much longer. It would be wise to stand down."

"Surely there aren't that many Prairie warriors coming," the emissary said with a bit of confusion. "The plains are a big place, but sparsely populated."

"Oh no, my dear lady," the chief fixed her with a cold gaze. "There are far more to worry about than a few disgruntled Ferals and wronged Prairie. You may rest here for a few days before returning to the Nyre."