"No?" Alan repeated a bit unsure that he had heard the Shaman correctly. "You are not going to be sending your warriors to help fight the Twisted? Why not! I thought your people reviled in slaying those creatures."
The creepy blue green fire crackled as a log settled and sent out a puff of glittering sparks. Hearing this noise somehow made the massive cavern even quieter. Alan and the rest just staired expectantly at the three ancient men, who in turn sat unmoving like statues. Though the actual wait for the reply was short, it felt awkwardly long. Then with parched voices the three Shamans never took their eyes off the odd blaze in front of them while giving their reply.
"That is not the issue." The Shaman on the left replied. "The issue is that we will not send our help to the Skull. I
