Red tried to remember, but he could not recall whether he had a conflict with his warrior or not. The only ones that might hold a grudge against him were the Shaman and the kids of his generation.
That quickly clicked, the hobs was one of the kids from his generation. If that was the case, he was surprised how quick this one evolved into a hob. He remembered that most of the kids from his generation were failures.
"Silent!"
The Matron, who sat in the middle, interrupted, "How dare you speak when the Chief doesn't ask you to! This is a contempt of the Chief!"
The hob paled when the Matron interfered. She was not wrong, though, but maybe evolving into a hob made the kid think he could do something like this.
"We will talk about your behavior later!" The Chief made his decision, pending the hob's punishment. He knew there was something that needed his immediate attention: the kobolds.
