"Alright, These people have bought a medical center to help us, and they are also searching the caves to get rid of the Tar people. All you have to do is come and get it, simple," Nala explained to the few people that were paying attention, but it was very few.

Nala looked over to Beezli and Pelleta, and the two of them gave her thumbs up with smiles that were far too big for their faces. Nala rolled her eyes at the girls, this was not working, and Nala might as well be talking to a wall than trying to get these brain people to listen.

That was her thought process, but the people's problem was with Nala and not the words she was saying. Most of the people wanted to hear what she had to say, but it was the fact that it was her saying them.

Seshia had told the people that they would be exiled if they associated with the old woman. Seshia was still sour from the way that she was treated by Nala when she was the leader, but Nala had not treated her differently.

Nala had done nothing more than asking her for basic help, but the woman took everything to heart and used little between her ears. This friction had put all the people at odds with Nala because of Seshia's style of blowing things out of proportion.

"Nothing that I say is going to make them think any differently! That witch has them all brainwashed, and now they just see me as the demon that must have caused all their problems!" Nala complained as Beezli and Pelleta came over to her side.

"Then we will just have to go talk to this Seshia then. If she is doing this just as a ploy against you, then I will have words," Beezli said as she looked over at the new people that had come to listen.

There were seven people, and according to Nala, there were about thirty-five people in total in the entire village. The seven of thirty-five was not a significant number, but Serri was coming over to take them inside.

"This is all that you could get to come? Why don't the people want to come into the cool Clinic? It is very nice there and refreshing, so I don't understand why they don't want to come and join us there? Did you tell them that they don't need to get any kind of medical help if they don't want to?!" Serria asked, but everyone shook their heads.

Serria did not look impressed, and she looked around at the other people that were walking by but not paying them any attention. Serria puffed out her cheeks in her displeasure and then walked up beside Nala.

Serria was not the type to start trouble, ever, but this was different to her. These people were being told to put themselves in danger and didn't know enough to make their own choice.

"My name is Serria, and I am a Skunk Folk from the South, and I do not know you all. That doesn't matter, you all have to know what you are doing is not good for you and your children! Please! Come into the shade that we are offering you! You do not need to get medical help; we just want to give you a place to cool down and relax," Serria pleaded with the Snake Folk, and her words were starting to make heads turn.

The conviction in Serria's voice was hard to ignore, and they had no reason not to listen to her. Their leader, Seshia, had only forbidden them from talking and interacting with Nala, saying that they would become a cast-off just like Nala if they did.

Usually, this would not be enough to persuade an entire village of people. Something drastic had to have occurred to make people who once followed Nala refuse to listen to her.

Serria knew that there was more at play than just someone being sour, but she didn't know what that was. So, Serria closed her eyes, holding on to the feeling.

A feeling that allowed her to push past any limits. That feeling translated into a song to help break the people free from whatever was obviously controlling them.

Serria started to hum, and the ultra calming melody floated out like a rolling ocean wave. Instantly, the crowd became calm and pacified, and Serria was ready to start asking them if they would like to come and cool off, but she was cut off before she could start.

"Get back from my people, Demons! You are all trespassing in my village!" Cried an older female voice, and the group turned the sound.

A dark green-scaled woman walked up wearing a thin black robe with her nearly board-flat chest pushed forward, but Serria didn't stop her humming. For some reason, Serria's ability was not having any positive effects on Seshia as she walked over.

Beezli moved in a flash and almost instantly put herself between the two as Seshia tried to step up to Serria. The woman actually walked into Beezli before Seshia noticed that Beezli was even there, but Beezli was getting a strange and dark feeling from the woman.

"Get out of my village, you vile creatures! You have not been invited in, and now you are trying to steal my people from me! What kind of monsters do you think you are? Coming in here thinking that you can just take over the place?!" Seshia shouted, but she was glaring almost through Beezli to look directly at Serria.

"You people? Do you mean the ones that you are forcing to stay out in this heat? Do you even know what we have come here offering?" Pelleta asked as she stepped up beside Serria, taking her hand.

"You think any of that matters! You are trespassers, and you are trying to steal my people from me! I will not allow this! Guards!!" Seshia called out, but without warning, eight monstrous Rock Trolls appeared from thin air.

"I think that you had better find a different way to solve your problems," Beezli said with a wicked smile.