"You stand before me as a fifth-level water magician, while she is merely a fourth-level. Given your capabilities, you could easily secure a peaceful existence within our tribe. There is truly no necessity to present her to me as some form of offering!" Logan declared with a firm tone, eyeing Astali with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.
"Do you bring her to me with an ulterior motive, or does your gesture serve another purpose among the snake people?" Logan's gaze was piercing as he posed the question lightly, yet the undercurrent of his words carried the weight of his authority.
Astali, faced with the scrutiny, found herself faltering under the gaze of the Silver Mane tribe's leader. Her mind raced as she contemplated her next move in this precarious dance of diplomacy.