"Wait!" You cry.
The chief turns to look at you. "Arkun-sha?" He says. "You've returned just in time! These... THINGS! Were trying to sneak into the Stones!" He references a great ring of stones, a natural formation slightly to the south of here. You passed it on your way back, in fact. It's a very holy site to your people, and tresspass is a serious offense.
But still! "You mustn't! I was just at their tribe, if you had seen what I've seen you'd-"
"Be afraid?!" He bellows. "I fear no creature! Certainly no Heathens!"
"Please," You beg, "Don't kill them. Their tribe wil return looking for them and-" He scoffs, making you somewhat upset. "Remember the tale of the Longear and Spiderrat!" It's an old tale, a respected one about not messing with a creatures young. To put it shortly, the Longear ends up quite dead at the end of the story, despite being bigger and better equipped to fighting than the Spiderrat.
The chieftan sneers, and half the tribe with him. The others look somewhat disturbed. You spot Ulla, looking stone-faced and staring coldly at the Chief.
"This is no time for stories. This is a time for ACTION!" And he draws a dagger from his pouch and drives it into the eye of the nearest alien. The others loose high pitched wails and begin to thrash wildly.
The tribe is in a uproar. A almost civil war is breaking out, fists are flying! Goblin fights goblin, and in the midst stands Ulla-sha, still staring coldly at the Chieftan as if she was surrounded by no more than a stiff breeze. He glares back. "Find me a new shaman. And commence the rest of the Executions."
You have a chance to get up there, but ending the executions would surely mean exile. Is it worth the risk?