"Of course." Bricks nodded affirmatively.
"I have another... another proposal." Temagis spoke again, but his voice was somewhat stuttering: "I just don't know... don't know if it's appropriate to say it?"
Bricks was not unfamiliar with Temagis' hesitant demeanor. Although Temagis had always been a decisive Great Chief in the past, this defeat seemed to have dealt him a significant blow. For the past two days in the camp, he had been visibly dispirited.
"If you have any proposal, just speak it out, and let's discuss it together." Maitilis comforted calmly.
"Well... I think we could try to seek peace with the Nix people." Once he spoke, Temagis decided to let go: "When I was retreating on the battlefield, I saw from a distance many of our tribal warriors surrounded and then captured by the Nix people. I think your situation might be similar to mine. With only so few warriors returning from thousands, it's unlikely all were killed by the Nix; most probably became prisoners...
