Roshnak's ambition

Roshnak was sitting on the grass and eating away cooked meat. Salty winds spiced up his meal. In front of him there was also a pie. An apple pie, had Evalyn said. Evalyn was Zane's fiance. Zane was considered an enemy - or at least not worthy of trust - by several Axfell. Yet there was Roshnak eating food supposedly prepared by that man Zane and soon he would eat a pie supposedly baked by that woman Evalyn. He hoped that it would be considered as a sign of trust towards Zane, who was still present with his mind seemingly set on other worries.
Zane had helped him decipher the true message behind the flood of mental images that Axfell warriors had been exposed to in the depths of desert excavation. He now realised, that it made no difference who was the leader of Axfell, as long as they would make the right decisions. The black part between the stream of images acted merely as a divider for two different set of images, which would both represent two different possible timelines. One with Axfell allied with Zane and achieving victory over something or someone, the other with Axfell in war with Zane, and being razed by an unknown force or band.
Of course he would have to present this interpretation of the premonition solely as his own achievement. Now it was merely a matter of how he could get everyone understand that an alliance was the only way to go. It might not be the winning move, but it would be the best possible move under current circumstances.
By the time he finished up with the cooked, juicy meat, he had devised a quick plan. He would begin by sniffing the opinions of his fort mates. He was to try to get as many people as possible to see things eye to eye with him.
Before Axfell he had served as a messenger to a high ranking officials and had learned the dangers of missing leadership. Even poor leadership is better than no leadership. Poor decisions at the best could be undone and shared dissatisfaction towards poor leadership would uphold the unity in the fort.
Axfell could be seen as moving ship. Axfell needed help. He felt as if everyone knew that someone had to take the control, yet at the same time everyone hoped that someone else would do that. He felt this was an emergency and emergencies require immediate action. As soon as he could find enough people favorable to his chosen course of action, he would act and begin pushing himself into the position of the leader.

He wrote it down on a paper and read it aloud to himself.
Field training week with Axfell and Citadel to improve the relations between said factions in exchange for new slaves.

He begun writing down the obligations. After few failed attempts he finally came up with wording, that would set out the obligations for both parties in an indisputable manner. All it now needed was signatures. He had good feeling about last night's meeting. He had been able to explain Axfell warriors' worry about the current, uneven situation and the distrust building up in the ranks. It might not be an easy task to get a party of Axfells travel along with people from Citadel. At least the pay would make the undertaking worth the trouble. They could really use more slaves on the farm and sand pits.

Not to mention any collateral pay coming up in the forms of rare and exotic relics and artefacts, maybe even weapons. He shouldn't just yet give up on the paperwork. He should definitely give a little thought on the loot dividing system.