nate was a fine chieftain, chakliux decided. he had taken a place near etienne to listen. their numbers had grown and their work was hale, all beneficial for the coming months. aware too of idunn as their leader explained the responsibilities of each title. raven chief. eagle chief. he searched his own heart for ambition but found none: he had discovered a simple satisfaction in his time among the waya clan.
it then, fell to him to wonder about the faces that were still only familiar and the names he did know.
and then nate spoke of the lanzadoii, and chakliux grew silently tense with anger. he had not told anyone of what cen had done in a life before, but now the image of that horrible crow striding through walosi with his mangled eye-socket -- ah!
he listened with mounting impatience, curbed for the sharadoii's sake as she stumbled through a resolution to join any advance party. as soon as she had sat down again, the seal hunter was upright. i am chakliux. i have known of the man cen for -- long time. one-eye. if he is still chieftain, then we must be careful in trading. he is angry. and he does not forgive.
aware that he had spoken rather vaguely, the seal hunter nodded and then returned to his seat.
had anyone else knowledge of the saatsine? had he spoken too much?