‘What about Tagala?’ Sai asked and ate a piece of meat.
‘I refuse in his place,’ Matara said, and everyone laughed.
‘Thank you,’ the stranger said.
‘Hmph, then Satre?’
‘I don’t like that one,’
‘What if we call him Jarel (Jar’el)?’ the chief said.
‘Jarel is nice,’ the stranger said.
‘You like it because someone other than me gave you,’ Sai pouted.
‘Can you stop with the emotional blackmail? I have to decide what I like and don't like.’
‘Fine, we’ll call you Jarel,’ Sai said, still pouting.
‘You are something else, you know,’ Jarel said.
‘What?’ Sai asked, but he didn’t reply.
‘I have had my fill. I’ll be taking my leave,’ the chief said.
‘It was an honor to have you eat with us,’ Naru bowed and said.
‘Please come again, chief,’ Matara said.
‘We’ll see, young Sai,’ the chief said.
‘I promise, chief, it won’t happen again,’ Sai said, bowing.
‘Good, guest please try to ignore her,’ the chief said.