As the young men of the North Snow Tribe began their spear-throwing competition, the envoys from the other tribes sat to the side, either watching the spectacle or inquiring about the newly eligible young women.
However, compared to their interest in the women, the envoys from the smaller tribes were far more concerned with the strength of the North Snow Tribe. Most of their attention was focused on the young men.
"Uncle Python, which one is North Snow's Chosen One?"
Ice leaned back in his large chair, sitting casually among the many warriors of the South Mountain Tribe. His gaze nonchalantly swept over the handful of sturdy young men from the North Snow Tribe.
He had long heard that the North Snow Tribe also had a Chosen One, one with supposedly great Talent. His awakened Bloodline Talent was said to be physical, perhaps allowing him to coat his skin in ice and snow for added defense.
