Eliana is unable to look the Chief in the eye as she sits across from him. The tent that they are in, is much larger than the one Jasper is resting in. There is a large bed and on the other side, stock piles of provisions.

“How am I going to get out of here,” she ponders to herself.

“Do not be frightened, young woman. I do not bite,” the Chief grins.

Hiding the shiver nipping at her neck, Eliana swallows roughly. “I would like to thank you for allowing us to ...