In the heavens and on earth, the Capital City's night was filled with tranquility, only the songs from the sacrificial rites could be heard. After a while, a certain corner of the Capital City suddenly became noisy and clamorous. The vague sound carried with the night wind, prompting the impassive Chief Minister to finally speak with authority.
"Is that the encampment of the Tecos Tribe?"
"Yes, Chief Minister," the trusted aide behind him replied, bowing.
"What has happened?"
"Puat of the Huitu Clan recently dealt with the noisy Tecos Militia. Now, he's winning over the chieftains with alcohol, women, and soothing words."
"Hmm," the Chief Minister nodded calmly, his expression serene. Then he changed the subject.
"With the news of the defeat in the north, how are the priests in the city, and what about the nobility?"