Galthor listened carefully. The more he heard about his father, the former chief, the more impressed he became. The man had managed to do lots of things while having no supernatural powers of his own.
There was simply nothing more impressive than that.
"Your father had dreams, but he was limited by his own physical limitations. What about you, Galthor? It seems you won't be held back by your physical limitation."
Galthor sighed. "What exactly do you want? You knew my father, but that relationship is gone with him. What exactly do you want from me?"
She smiled. "I want to get to know you."
Galthor froze and his eyes widened. "What?"
"I'll be honest with you. The Stronghide are not the only barbarians that are revolutionizing. In fact, in your father's time, your people were among the weakest of the barbarians carrying out revolutions in different parts of the Thirteenth Region.
