The family was halfway through breakfast when a visitor came bearing news to Jogr.
“Village Chief, there’s a delegation from Nagwa and they want to speak with you,” the visitor, a skinny guy in his early 20’s said.
“Thank you, Gupm,” Jogr said. He invited the young man to have breakfast with them in a gesture of politeness as well as in keeping with the village’s customs. The messenger had a bad reputation among the villagers, so Jogr wasn’t really feeling generous with his blessings. Besides, it was his brother-in-law who hunted the boar whose meat the family had been relishing for the past few days.
Gupm refused in an act of false modesty, but didn’t hurry to leave. He then commented on how appetizing their meal looked. He had a drooling look on his face.
“Nangku, why does he say he
