Once everyone was done feeding themselves and their mounts, Ulric ordered the travel-worn warriors to rest. He had already informed everyone that they'd set off for Grimjaw Mountain at sunset.
No one had been assigned to stand guard. Fury and Blitz would serve as the sentries. If ever the two tribes returned, the pair was enough to wake everyone up while defending.
"I still can't believe it," Rufus said with a wry smile on his face. "How did the Alborin Tribe get this strong? It hasn't been that long. And where did those wagons and monsters come from? They just appeared out of thin air."
"I'm just as curious as you are," Lynceus replied. "Maybe we'll learn their secrets once we're part of their tribe."
"Has our chieftain agreed?" Rufus' expression hardened.
