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Maska sneaks into the Town Hall, hoping to be unnoticed. Who discovers him?
Shikoba faced one male who smelled strongly of the mutt pack, and Maska sneered with glee when looking at the powerful war-horse and -bow. The air was thick with sounds and scents already, but Maska closed his senses and remained focused on the scene unfolding not far from him. Shikoba's strength was not something to underestimate, and Maska was not so much scared as he was fascinated. Still, instinctively, the leader stepped backward and entered the Town Hall with his back first through the door. It would be safer if no one knew where he was - if they captured him, it could easily mean an end to the lives of many AniWayans. Maska had faith in the members of the tribe and their will to defend their leader with their life. That was what one did in the Great Tribe, and he considered this a branch of that same tribe, assuming they shared values completely. Once inside the Town Hall, the sounds muffled and he could no longer see the fighting except from out the little window slits. Sikyatavo, on the other hand, remained outside, not afraid of the weapons or hissing arrows. And why should a sacred spirit fear mortal weapons? Indirecty blinded to the ongoings of the outside, he calmed only after one of the Guardians, Sekou, flamed past one of the windows and signalled that the Town Hall was safe - at least int hat warrior's estimation. If he was lucky, no one had seen him enter the building. It would appear as though he had vanished. It was for the better of the tribe that he did not expose himself.
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