Young Arantah glowers at you.
Hea Arantah tells you, "What do you want, man-thing? Be quick, and do not lie, for the atual arutoa have given me many eyes to see the truth with. Annoy me at your own risk, for my anger is quick and my power great... As the Aun have learned."
All at once, the youthful voice of Hea Arantah screams across the square. While the visiting Isparians look at him in confusion, the Hea bury themselves in their work.
Arantah gasps, clutching at his head. His eyes are shut tight, but a painful violet light burns out from behind his eyelids.
"WHAT? What did I do? Yes... I understand. The upland patrols. Reinforced. At once, Collector. Please... my xuta is watching."
The light ceases like a snuffed candle. The Tah of Hea staggers.
"Warriors!" he calls, rather weakly. "I want raiding parties on the plateau at once! Temenua isn't doing his task... our friends are angry!"
