“Those berries are harmless I say,” pressed Frilzae with an almost manic look in his eyes. His hair had fallen down across his head, and veins were starting to throb underneath the skin of his already flushed forehead.
“Harmless are they?” said Tarim. Zya noticed a little smile pull at the corner of her father"s mouth as he reached to a fold in his pack. He turned back, gingerly holding a stem of the bush with some berries on it. Looking menacingly straight into Frilzae"s eyes, quietly he said, “Go on then, councillor, try one. Here are the harmless berries you claim are so pretty. Try one and prove me wrong.” Frilzae physically backed off as Tarim held the stem out towards him, looking at the other councillors to help him out. l*****g his lips nervously, he stood up.
“How do we know tho
