The negotiations until now were hardly proceeding the way Chief Metztil had expected them to.
According to how he had dealt with the Margraves the last time, they should have been on their way back to the camp by now- having all that was promised to them and even more.
However, reality proved far too different much of their distress.
The one to greet them was not the soft, putty like old man Lord Janus, who had appeared ready to give away at a moment's notice, but this hard as nails young man called Alexander.
And now looking at the fair, handsome face, Chief Metztil suddenly began to feel irritated, especially as he found losing to someone who looked even younger than some of his sons.
Thus he decided there was little point beating around the bush and trying to act coy.
Placing the minimum level of trust in his entourage, he finally decided to get serious.