"You're making a lot of noise for a guest who wasn't invited, Kael of the Central Plains," Kaya projected her voice clearly. "State your business, or turn around. We are running a business here, and you are blocking traffic."
Kael let out a barking laugh, stepping back to look up at her. "A business? You think you are a merchant, little human? You occupy a fortress of war! By decree of the Lion King, all territories bordering the Central Plains are subject to the protection tax. Since you have conveniently hoarded all the wealth of the West in this canyon, you owe the King a tithe. Fifty chests of gold, and a steady supply of grain. Pay it, and the Lions will graciously allow your little 'Free Clan' to exist."
"A protection tax?" Kaya repeated, her voice dripping with mock confusion. "Protection from who, exactly?"
