His voice was flat.
"The Dominion of Crimson Stone speaks of strength and loyalty, but the Murderous Saint killed his mentor and erased his entire lineage to ensure no one could challenge him."
He looked at her.
"The strongest Unbound Tribe near the Purple Stone Territory used to be called the Iron River Clan. They had stood for many generations, trading with neighbors and defending their lands without expanding through conquest. Honorable by any standard. And three years ago, a Sworn tribe decided they wanted their territory. So they sent gifts and kind words, arranged a feast of friendship, and poisoned the food. Every adult in the Iron River Clan died that night. The children were absorbed into the conquering Sworn tribe as laborers."
His jaw tightened.
