The Chief looks around the small circle, frowning. "No. We have not named our village." The Chief suddenly beams. "I know! We shall name it for the fields of crops we are growing. Something... field. Field something..." The Chief's brow furrows as he slips into deep, inebriated thought.
Kalil just shrugs and looks to Saige. "Did you already have something in mind, Saige?"
Kogdor looks up from his thoughts. "Yes! Dearest friends, do you have any suggestions? You are the heroes that saved our village and our children. Perhaps something in your honor."
