Athchomar Chomakaan

Tomahawk translated his words for the golden foreigner, and she responded with a question, seeming confused about the coyote's announcement. Rakharo was no master of the common tongue, but he knew the basics of it. He didn't speak it for fear of looking weak, but he sure understood the way it worked. He knew that the female was asking what his title meant, and questioning his reasons to ask for her to bring her leaders.

Rakharo looked at Tomahawk for a moment, and motioning with his head he instructed her to explain. The Khal wasn't known for his great patience, but the warden was young and he needed her to bring her leaders without causing trouble, he didn't need more of that just yet.

"Tell her that this is no girl's business. I don't have time for this." he growled exasperated, feeling the last drops of patience dripping off of him.