Basla kneeled on the ground, too afraid to even raise his head. Qiro sat in a chair in front of Basla with his legs nonchalantly crossed and looked down at Basla.
"Basla, I must say…You aren't living up to the hopes I had of you and your tribe. You are losing harder than expected." The disappointment in Qiro's voice was palpable.
Somehow, it was only now that Basla realized that Qiro didn't care about what happened to him and his tribe. He was only using them. He had nudged them along and supported them with their decision to antagonize the Aer tribe.
Basla had foolishly hoped that meant the Asa tribe would help them out.
That wasn't the case.
Qiro just wanted the tribes to fight.
"W-we haven't gotten the opportunity to use our trump card yet!" Basla desperately shouted in protest. As soon as they got that opportunity, they could flip the tables on the Aer tribe.
