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Varna leaned towards Tisa and whispered something in her ear.

"Ah, so you are a friend of our dear Horus," the chieftain in a dress beckoned Zulak with a goblet. "You are young and ambitious. I appreciate that. I have an offer for you. The deputy leader of the Suffering Clan, Corvis, has planned an expedition to the western foothills of the mountain range. He needs reliable fighters. I, as the most generous soul of the dwindling human race, will provide them to him. Will you go? For my sake, of course."

Among the few warriors in the throne room, Zulak could spot a familiar red hood.
Zulak was not very interested in female tricks. He knew that might makes right, but since he is weak, it is worth groveling. This is the hierarchy of the Oil Clan.

"Your word is law, hilltop queen!" boldly stepped forward a warrior. "I must earn myself a name and strength. I am ready!"

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