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The expedition members couldn't quite wrap their heads around the discovery, for soon a whole delegation set out to meet them.
– We are outnumbered. I hope they are kind, – Volki muttered.
– They don't look like they're coming to beat us senseless, – Ferda looked closer, – but they are reasonably well-armed.
A group of twelve individuals, some more notable than others, approached the party. Half of them were identical guards with spears at the ready. Likely, their sole purpose was to cover a triad of mysterious warriors in green armor. The procession was led by an authoritative-looking gentleman accompanied by two lovely young women.
– Wanderers from the three mountain Clans, – the head of the delegation folded his arms in a greeting gesture. – Entire stellar cycles have passed... we thought you would never honor us with a visit again.
– Who are you? – Galta frowned. – Did refugees from the empire actually found four clans?
– It is not that simple. But history can wait, – the leader pointed to the settlement behind his back. – I presume you are tired from your journey. Our city is ready to receive guests.
The leader of the people from the western coast seemed ancient, yet surprisingly sturdy and full of life. Lerad Frost could leave a similar impression.
