"That's your problem," the food-forager sneered.
"You war chief! I won't accept this!" The Blackwater tribe chief had all but resigned himself to a do-or-die stance, determined to topple the food-forager today, or else it would be the end of Blackwater tomorrow: "You've never considered the tribes at all! You aren't fit to command us!"
"If not me, then who is?"
"I nominate White Lion! Haidong, Suz! They all treat our small tribes like animals! Only White Lion treats us like humans! You, I won't accept! White Lion, I will!" The Blackwater tribe chief glared at the other tribal leaders: "Speak up!"
No one responded to him.
"Speak up!" The Blackwater tribe chief roared: "Do you want to be slaves to the Suz tribe?"
There was another bout of silence.
The Blackwater tribe chief angrily removed his hat, threw it to the ground, and strode towards the entrance, but another man blocked his path.