As evening draped over the camp, the leaders of the factions that had successfully subdued the aggressors and coalesced into a formidable force of over ten—converged at Galenka's encampment. They arrived accompanied by their trusted lieutenants, filling the space around the crackling fire with the weight of eleven powerful figures, many of whom were renowned high-rankers.
Galenka scanned the assembled faces, her mind tracing the recent shift in power. "Eleven new recruits joined my ranks, bringing my total to eighteen," she mused silently. "Most are lone wolves who chafe at authority; I'll leave the headache of their management to Keeth."
She rose, her voice cutting through the murmurs of the gathered elite.
