Amidst the loud roar that shook the village square, Molu calmly raised the hand holding his half eaten drumstick, and the simple gesture was enough to draw several curious gazes toward him. The noise gradually began to settle as people noticed the fat goblin sitting comfortably on his throne, chewing his food as though the entire spectacle before him had failed to impress him.
Loki's eyes immediately turned cold when they landed on him.
How dare this fat bastard ruin his moment?
He had finally captured the attention of the entire village, the crowd was roaring his name, and for the first time since his father's death, he could almost feel the title of Chieftain resting in his hands. Yet Molu sat there with oil on his lips and food in his mouth, looking at him like nothing he had just said mattered.
