Vargan finally stepped into Vulkran territory.
Several elders were already waiting in the courtyard, large men with scarred arms and heavy armor.
Younger warriors stood behind them, pretending not to listen too closely.
One elder stepped forward. "Patriarch. What did you see in that place they call God Archipelago?"
Vargan rolled his shoulders once. "Hmph."
He spat to the side casually. "They're strong."
The elders narrowed their eyes.
"And?" one pressed.
Vargan scratched his beard and frowned. "And they think they can order us around."
The courtyard went silent.
"Order us?" someone growled.
"They always talk about discipline and control. And also their smug faces really irritated me," he snorted.
"Just because they are stronger, they want us to serve them."
Anger exploded instantly.
"Serve them?"
"We are Vulkran!"
Vargan watched them flare up. He folded his arms, pretending to look annoyed.
"What do you think?" he barked. "You think I liked hearing that?"
