Things had escalated to toxic levels after Sagiri's threat to eliminate everyone and bury everyone with him. The men and women gathered must have heard or seen the scene he had left behind in the north. The torn earth and the flattened houses.
"Such insolence, the East can not be responsible for what the boy does anymore," Chief of the East Linga Maaka said with chest. Whatever sagiri said was treason. He had threatened to kill everyone in the hall, and that involved the very sovereign ruler of Tagayia. That sin in itself was unforgivable, and things were in danger of taking a different turn. In the past few minutes, more bindings had been thrown around Sagiri, forcing him to his knees once again. He was now on his knees again, with more thread weavers adding so many threats that there was no part of his skin untouched.
"You can only take a donkey to the water. But you can't force it, type drink." Chief Zaka Asakana said, leaning his broad hands on the platform, he sat behind.
