He tried to stand on his feet, but was unable to do so. He then held the wooden table and tried to lift his form up. After a couple of tries, he was successful to do so. He somehow managed to stand on his feet and then faced Bretha. "From the East." He then said.
Bretha and her tribe were far from the East. They were at the outskirts of the South. They belong to no kingdom. They were ruled by no one. They have their own protocols and way of living.
"You pay for help in the east?" Bretha askes more like a statement. She still didn't help him. She wouldn't until she was sure, he isn't going to pay.
"Not just East. Everywhere." Lycaon said and then turned around to sit on the bed. "No one does anything for free." He added.
"If you are going to pay. I can't help you." Bretha said.
"What?" Lycaon said in confusion. For a moment he thought, he heard wrong. So he decided to ask again. "What did you tell?"