"Are you sure we shouldn't ask them for help?" A Grenir emerged from a hidden corner in the Council Chamber after Rivi, Rufi, and I had left. "The envoys of Undeath are never weak, and that Shadow Chimera seems to be hiding a great deal of strength too."
"Silence Fereth," The Grand Elder frowned at the newcomer. "Our pride has not grown so frail as to accept the aid of outsiders in the affairs of the tribe. How will we face our ancestors if we cannot stand on our own two feet, and strive with our own two hands?"
"I think you underestimate that shadow." Fereth sighed. "To practice necromancy in the Goddess' domain without her approval is already quite a feat. And besides, as an envoy of the forces of the Goddess, don't you think it's their affairs as well? Even if they didn't handle it themselves, just reporting the matter to their superiors would probably be sufficient for someone to come handle it for us. They probably wouldn't even ask for recompense."
