"Do you really think the victors are us?" the wild woman said. "In order to lure that hairy-eared old guy into the mountains, the tribe has already lost half its people. Even we've been captured, and who knows if we can even see tomorrow's sun."
"It's a necessary sacrifice," Iron Spear," Red Beard said.
"Don't talk like those people outside the mountain; it makes me sick," Iron Spear paused, "I don't trust those Dwarfs. They are our enemies, and our ancestors have always been fighting against those greedy folks."
"Today is unlike the past; they've already agreed to give us back our lands."
"I don't think those Dwarfs are that kind-hearted."
