At the center of the Clearwater enclave, deep within Yinglet territory, which is really more like "land where yinglets are" than it is territory, a group of Yinglets sat in a large(by their standards) room, around a large(by their standards) table, of the finest(read: average) craftmanship, imported from the human empire which their lands bordered. This group was a summit consisting of the best and brightest from each enclave in the union, whose group discussion was over, leaving it up to the matriarchs to make their decision on the actions of the enclaves. They were well dressed, some with weapons or armor of far higher craftsmanship than their own kinds, each of them representing the best their species had to offer... and about a quarter of them were well meaning idiots.
The first at the table was Men Redwood, Patriarch of hunting from the Redwood enclave, a rather lankily built Ying with, who flipped around a surprisingly well crafted knife in his tiny padded hand.
"So I said to him, you zink zat is a knife? ZIS is a KNIFE!" Patriarch Men said as he slammed blade into the table. You could tell that was where he always sits, because the area of the table in front of him was riddled with deep gashes from the many times he had slammed the blade into the table.
The large, well built scav next to him in leather armor was Cras Rocktooth, Patriarch of combat from the Rocktooth enclave
"Yes Men, zat is ze fourz time you have told me zat story today." He said, dutifully holding himself back from shutting the smaller yinglet up through force as he leaned on the butt of his spear.
The rest were far less vocal, more willing to wait for the matriarchs private discussion to finish in peace, or just occupying themselves in one way or another. These included Poak Clearwater, Patriarch of Food from the Clearwater enclave, a Ying built almost as well as Cras, but noticeably... bigger boned, who was content to simply nod along and enjoy another of Mens stories, Zamzank Ironhole, Patriarch of trade from the Ironhole enclave, a cut up and scraggly old Scav, counting up the coin once more from his last deal, and Dhollu Goldfields, Patriarch of agriculture from the traditionalist Goldfields enclave an outstandingly unremarkable yinglet in appearance, who simply sat patiently in silence.
The matriarchs turned back to the group of males at the other end of the table, their conference finished, they had made their decisions. It was High Matriarch Edo Clearwater, of the Clearwater Enclave who spoke, as she always had, being the oldest and wisest of the matriarchs, they all deferred to her naturally.
"We have come to a decision. Patriarch Poak, you are to work wiz Patriarch Dhollu to help improve and standardize ze farming mezods he has developed for his enclave." She said.
The pudgy yinglet grunted his affirmation in a surprisingly deep voice, Dhollu meanwhile simply nodded.
"Patriarch Men, we have taken notice of Patriarch Cras' warnings about sieged tribal enclaves to ze norz, you are to have scouting parties on watch at all times, as warning to outer enclaves should an attack come. Take caution, we have no idea what it is we are dealing wiz."
Men, who was trying, unsuccessfully, to pull his knife from the table in which it was embedded, responded amidst his strained grunts
"uh, yeah *urhn* I'll get *grrh* right on zat."
Cras proceeded to reach over to the weapon, and yank it out with a solid tug, before speaking.
"Excuse me Matriarchs, but I was zinking, our kind are survivors, true, and adaptable as well, but we are not strong, you know zis well, as do I. What we need, is strengz, but zere is only so much we can gain zrough training. Next generation will need to be strong, I was zinking, maybe if I could get some more time wiz ze ladies, we could, ah, start on zat?" He said, with a blush creeping over his face as he finished his request.
The High Matriarch simply sighed, before replying
"Cras, zough your motives are as clear as always, you do have a point, I will allow you time wiz ze women of our enclave if zey will allow it, however, you will have to deal wiz your own matriarch later to ask of your own. As for your proposal Zamzank, yes, I do feel it would be useful to get into touch wiz ze humans, some higher quality spears zen what we can make of our own would be useful. You are all dismissed"
And with that, the Yinglets left, each to deal with their own projects.
Actions: Improvement and standardization of farming techniques from "put seeds in ground and hope they grow" to "make neat fields of crops, water them regularly, and fertilize effectively. Active scouting parties around the outskirts of Yinglet territory. Selective breeding prioritizing strength and well built physiques. Purchase better spears from humans.
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