And your Assistant sits with you and stirs the clay for you. I'm not saying it's your fault. I'm not saying we need to kill you. But the tribe is loosing faith. Drawing only makes it worse, because you don't hunt with us.
People are uneasy about that.
The Artist was dumbfounded. The elders don't ask hard enough. The Chief stood up, and the Assistant seeing this, stood up too, although he did not hear what the Chief had said. This is the worst kind of idea people can possibly have. The Chief sighed again and wrinkled his forehead, meditating.