And so the war council ended, Graylord gathered his folders and left the meeting room. As he turned he almost hit Summer who had been standing just outside the door.
"Summer, watch where you are going you young fool"
"Father!" she pushed him.
"Summer, yes?" He stopped and looked back wearily.
"What has been decided on about the new clans?"
"It still has yet to be determined, dear"
"Uhuh"
"They appear to be warlike, possibly enemies, we might wait until they kill each other off" He began to walk again.
"But we should talk to them! Father, we know nothing of their culture, imagine what they have?!"
"Diseases, Dear. They are primitives"
"But still!"