Janica just looked back at him. Yes, she noticed his grin, so they both had gotten what they wanted, or had they? She was a little bewildered by the tribes reaction, just one big bloodthirsty brainless mass it seemed. Were they too stupid to realize how superior her solution to the affair was, how it had allowed the tribe to keep it's strongest warrior? Seemed like she had her work cut out for her.<br/><br/>It was about when her musings ended that the two females who had drawn the circle reappeared, now carrying what seemed to be the official warchief's regalia. Obviously they were intent for a male holder of the office as all they consisted of was one kilt-like item to be worn around the hips, consisting of interwoven and richly decorated and ornamented leather straps, and a necklace of matching chiseled and painted metal pieces. Without a comment the two moved to change her, thankfully first wrapping the skirt – at least she thought about it as a skirt - around her hips before removing the loincloth. It hung more than halfway down her knees, and she became acutely aware that it was made for lizardmen by the fact that an about four inch wide segment in the back was completely missing, most likely to accommodate a tail she did not have.<br/><br/>As the open air got in contact with the exposed middle part of her buttocks, the necklace was fastened around her neck by the other female, causing it to hang down on her chest in the valley between her two large mounds. Once this was done, one of the females lifted her right arm and hisses something in their tongue, probably some proclamation of hers, although the response from the crown was only half-hearted in places.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>