The tiny Spirit Snake laughed, shaking in Karl's hand with amusement at the Shaman Elder's assertion.
{Why don't you ask the Goddess to expel us from her Temple? Surely, if your ways are the right way, she will protect her loyal Shamans?} The little Princess asked.
The Shaman Elder visibly calculated the chances that Karl would not interfere if he attacked the little snake. It was only Commander Rank, a tiny obnoxious little Royal that he could squish with a single strike.
But the battle was getting more intense in the compound, and the fighting was getting closer to where they were now.
One of the other Elders pushed forward to address Karl directly.
{Can we count on you to do the right thing, if there is no peaceful resolution?} He asked, but his tone made it more of a demand that expected to be obeyed.
"Let me confer with the Goddess." Karl replied.
