The Tsotʿaan would stare in a combination of awe and indignation of the unexaggerated audacity of the foreigner, but being more humoured by it all than anything else, given she could easily pass off as a little child in size, he would pick up the sleeping zÿlwahlr, thanking the soldiers and transporting the small foreigner, leaving her in the pelt where he once sat and he would kneel to serve the Admiral the third cup of tea, emptying his kettle.
Tsotʿaan Xanaaq̇ut: "I will get more, don't worry"
He said as he quickly got up and went to his mount, since he had yet to install his tent in all of this commotion, for he would not accept people to act as servants to him, he was not such a type of ruler. While giving the foreigners a chance to talk between themselves for a minute, he would recieve the tray back with his tea set and he would put it all on the saddle, stabilizing it to make sure it didn't break, and began to look for the bag where he kept used up tea, a small stove and his bag with unused tea.
