The Elder's expression wavered, "Great Hero. . . I'm afraid that many of our warriors have gone off to battle! Additionally I cannot lend you one."
The Hero shook his head, "I am not asking you to lend me a warrior, I am asking if any warriors wish to come along with me."
Someone's voice from the crowd questioned, "Is that not the same thing?"
The Hero replied with a simplistic answer, "I'm sure those who I am looking for understand."
Wrock felt like an opportunity had just presented itself. An opportunity to branch off from his Clan and explore. A chance to fight new opponents and grow. As he was about to step forward to offer, his friend grabbed him by the shoulder. Looking back for answers Wrock only saw his friend gesture towards the Elder.
The Elder's face had unwillingness written all over it. This was obvious to those of the Clan, and silenced the ones who were about to step forward.
