"This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't sent a stupid representative to receive the tribute," Travis, the son of the Chieftain of the Darkmane Tribe, said in annoyance. "And now you're asking for our help to deal with a lowly tribe? Are you mocking us?"
"That's not it, Young Lord," Ross, the Chieftain of the Bloodtusk Tribe, replied. "I simply invited the Young Lord to help us come up with a justification to make those bastards pay!"
Travis scoffed, but since the Bloodtusk Tribe were the dogs of the Darkmane Tribe, he had to throw them a bone lest they tarnish their honor any further.
This was indeed an incredibly tricky mess. If the Bloodtusk Tribe had been the only one who went to Grimjaw Mountain, then they could have spun the story to their advantage.
