Aranck followed the Norwegian back to his camp. He sent Hania and his people away back to the camps, so he was alone with the new people. Nothing he couldn't handle, of course if they thought to attack him. Already, he was looking at the other men and was deciding how he should take them down. Norway would be a bit more difficult than humans, considering he is a fellow nation. That and he could just tell the man had magic, and he didn't even know if it would overpower his.

Aranck looked down at Hania, who held tightly onto the elders clothes and looked around the camp, lavender eyes filled with childish wonder. The child would be the death of him, he just knew it. He knew Hania was right that he had a say in this predicament too...but he was still only a child. Yes, he was much older than a human child, but he was still a child nonetheless. He has never been betrayed or been in wars. He was too kind and trusted people easily. Something that as a nation, you learn not to do.

Aranck pulled Hania closer as more of the other people looked at them. Hania might not have been too much to see (which bothered him more than it should). He and his people however, with their strange copper skin compared to the others with skin as white as the snow that crunched under their feet.

"They look just like me." Hania whispered as he tried to get closer to them, but one of the other Natives gently pulled him back to his brother.

"Don't look at them too much, Hania." Aranck said. He looked back at Norway, who had stopped in front of a large tent. One of Norway's soldiers pulled open the opening and Norway motioned a hesitant Aranck and eager Hania inside.

The two stepped inside and looked around the tent as Lukas sat down at a wooden chair and looked at Aranck. "Are you ready?" He asked in a bored tone. Aranck looked at Lukas and nodded as he sat down on the floor with his legs crossed, Hania doing the same as his brother and setting Nanuq on his lap. "Now, I do have a few requests. I only request that you let us fish your waters, set up camp here, and use the resources on your land."

"Those are your requests?" Aranck raised an eyebrow. Lukas nodded. Aranck stared at him for a moment before saying, "I'll agree to them only if you agree to my terms. There will be a boundary to which your people may not cross. In that boundary you may fish, hunt and set up camp."

Norway thought this over. "While I agree to them, I think that there should be some exceptions to them."

Aranck narrowed his eyes. "Like?"

Lukas chose his words carefully. "Both our people can benefit from each other. So, we can trade our things with yours."

"What sort of things do you have?" Aranck asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"Food, cloth, weapons."

"We have those things already."

"But it could still be of use to you. And no weapons are to be brought when trading."

"I shall agree with it. And only you and I may invite each other's people in our parts of the land."

Norway nodded, and leaned forward in the chair. "And I have one more thing to request that I know you will agree to." He said seriously, violet eyes boring into brown. "Under no circumstances may either of our people kill each other."

Aranck returned the intensity of the gaze. "I will take that as an act of war if that happens." He said.

Lukas nodded, leaning back in his chair. "I'm glad we have come to that understanding. Now, about these boundaries."

As the two men talked, neither of them noticed that Hania had left the tent.

Hania walked back to his people. Those talking had bored him, so he decided to leave the tent and head back to where he was. No one noticed the young boy, so he was free to walk by himself so he could think. He was still sore about Aranck saying that he didn't have a decision in that. He always said that they all shared this land, and that the Great Spirit is the only one who could truly lay claim to the land. But even then, the Great Spirit would let them have a say, since they shared the land too.

He had also wanted to give these new people a chance. He didn't think they would hurt him or his people. They could help them.

Hania was pulled back by Nanuq, who grabbed his shirt and was staring at a tree. He walked to the tree slowly and looked around to see the same boy who he had met earlier.

The two just started at each other until the other little boy waved shyly. "Hello." He said in the nation's tongue.

"Hi." Hania answered in the same language.

It was quiet until the silver haired boy spoke up again. "I'm sorry for scaring you. I didn't mean too."

"I-it's okay."

"I'm Emil."

"I'm Hania."

Edited on 1/26/15