The Hero Of Us All stepped into my tent, the sounds of the celebration barely muffled by the animal skin walls.
"Apologies, Old Man, for the delay, but the celebration-"
I waved her to silence.
"I understand. But I hope you understand what am I about to ask of you."
She finished her drink.
"Are there remnants of the threat left?"
"No. But you've changed. And for the unity of the tribe, you need to leave us. Forever."
She blinked.
"One last drink?"
She poured two drinks out, and I took one, not noticing the poison she'd added to mine.
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