13-A cry for help

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All the chiefs of the allied archipelago were in the grate hall on Berk.
"We can't defeat them stoic, don't be so stupid I mean the call me dagger the deranged and I mean even I'm saying we have no chance, I mean drago has a dragon army and and armada of ship ten times the size of ours filled with weapons and men" as much as stoic wanted to stand tall and not back down they had no options, this was a war they weren't going to win "well then what can we do if we cannot win with war, and I've met drago there is no option of negotiations." "If I may stoic" Daggers younger sister interrupted "I know of a force that could take out drago, but there is a catch" "go on then girl spit it out" stoic snapped knowing this was the only option and not caring about consequences as right now he would do anything that didn't involve surrendering to drago "well there is a rumours from the traders that there is tribe hidden in the fog just within the borders of the archipelago, this tribe is of highly trained assassins with an 100% success rate, they are for higher by anyone who is looking." Stoic was considering this along with everyone else. "Well how do you contact them girl" "with all due respect stoic my name is heather. Also the only way know of to contact them is through tying a note to the leg of a terrible terror with the mission they have for you and then you just wait for a response" "they use those beasts as communication" "they also use them as for all sorts of different things including there missions, so this is the catch, if you expect them to take on this mission they will expect you to leave there dragons alone." Now stoic was seeing why heather had taken so long to mention this idea, it was barbaric those monsters don't deserve to have life they deserve to be killed for killing us but it's them or my tribes life and it was going to have to be my tribes life "Some one get me a terrible terror, I see no other options." We were going to have to ask for help from dragons. This was a cry for help if stoic had ever seen one.

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