She watched as Pontius left and swallowed, whispering softly to herself, "No... not likely." A brief moment of emptiness passed over her eyes. And then the look vanished and she turned her eyes back to the terrified man in seclusion, waiting to die.<br/><br/>"...I hate waiting."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The haze continued. Another couple of weeks went by, and it stayed. Clean water was getting harder and harder to come by. Fights and small brawls began to break out here and there in Stratclaw over water. This was a problem that had to be solved. And Thane knew that. That was why he called a tribe meeting.<br/><br/>Those that chose to attend were gathered in the Common House, everyone being wrapped up in cloth and covered in dust. Not a single person was clean. Most people stayed inside these days because the dust haze made it difficult to do anything outside.<br/><br/>"Alright!" Came the boom from the bar. Thane towered over everyone even when simply leaning, slouched against the bar. "Settle down! We all have to have a say in this, and figure out what we're gonna do." He crossed his arms over his dirt coated chest as if the thick layer of dust didn't bother him.<br/><br/>A bunch of people started to talk at once and Thane raised his voice and barked, "One. At. A. Time!"