As Brand softly said "I'm sorry," the argument inside the longhouse seemed to escalate at that moment——
'Bang' came a loud noise, the young man slammed his hands on the pine wood table, veins bulging. "I don't agree!" His eyes reddened, he gritted his teeth and angrily rebuked: "Funiya is still a child, she is Lord Sally's daughter! And we are the men of the tribe, men, are you going to rely on exchanging a child's life to survive?"
"Can you do it?"
"Can you!"
The young man's roar echoed in the longhouse, for a moment everyone looked at each other, no one dared to respond. Bolton crossed his arms, remained silent, and the elder merely sighed faintly——he lifted his head, blinking his old, cloudy eyes forcefully.
Everyone took a deep breath.
"Who is that?" Brand asked, looking towards the longhouse.
"Brother Tuo." The little girl answered softly in Elf Language, blinking her eyes, her voice as clear as a string of silver bells falling into the forest clearing.
Brand nodded.
