Learning that the valley was unclaimed, Collins pondered for half a day, and finally decided to choose this place as a resting spot for the tribe.
The tribespeople were exhausted from the blizzard and the dangers within the magical beast forest; they could not continue moving forward.
"My lord, are we not going directly to the Obsidian tribe?" The disciple wondered as he packed his luggage, "Wouldn't joining them be safer than staying in this desolate valley?"
Collins shook his head, his eyes glinting with the caution of a seasoned man. "You heard what Walter said. A tribe that has been through war, with only over three hundred people left but possessing up to seven elders—one for each clan. They may appear submissive on the surface, but who knows if they are truly harmonious internally.
