Janica had followed the spectacle in the clearing with full attention, and by the time Sak-Bak called out to her she was standing directly by the bars, clenching one of them in each hand. All eyes turned to her almost as one, and she only waited about three seconds for dramatic effect, before she replied, slow but well pronounced “I challenge the current warchief of this band to a duel for his office.”<br/><br/>Those that spoke common immediately started the murmuring, and the others were soon informed that the challenge was indeed real. Fran-Gar could already smell the smoke, although he did not know yet where the fire was. Meaning he was fully aware of where this could lead should that warm blood indeed win that duel, heck it might be enough if she followed the command and stepped into the ring that things would get hairy for him.<br/><br/>But he had not much choice in the matter, he had to conduct the procedure. So he stepped up to the cage, the tribe parting in front of him, and again pulling himself up to his full height he asked down on the soft human female “Are you sure?”<br/><br/>Janica seemed completely unperturbed, almost as if in trance, as she replied “Yes, I am”. That let the uproar swell again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>