Sistos ignored him.
A blacksmith nearby mocked, "Kadesos, he doesn't dare speak to you now. Do you remember what he said last time? He claimed you were lying, saying if Free Italy really distributed land to him, he'd eat the sheepskin he uses for bedding. Honestly, we'd love to see him eat that sheepskin now."
The blacksmiths burst into laughter. Sistos couldn't hold back and muttered under his breath, "They're all talk; the land hasn't even shown up yet!"
"Still talking tough, huh?" A blacksmith pretended to stand up. "How about I go tell Lord Capito right now that you don't want the land the tribe allocated to you?"
"You damn well better stay put!" Sistos finally yelled angrily.
Capito's stern voice immediately rang out: "You—what's the problem?!"
Under Capito's icy glare, Sistos grew nervous and stammered, "I… we were just discussing… how to improve iron ore smelting, and then… then we got into an argument… I'm… I'm sorry…"
