"What are they like?" I asked Jack.
"They're our mortal enemy," Jack explained, slowing down his speech so much that it sounded as though he was speaking to someone handicapped. Still, I appreciated the effort he was taking to make sure that both Euphie and I understood. "They're very strong, and they like picking fights with us. We try our best not to stray into their territory, because it usually means that people die. Our people, that is, not theirs. They're just too large for us to take on."
Euphie's face grew dark as she parsed Jack's words, and she shook her head, looking concerned. I had to have much the same expression on my face, too. As long as we were allied with the Inferno tribe, the Monolithic tribe would be our enemies, too. Had we picked the wrong tribe to stick with?
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