Jargo stood tall without a shred of fear.
"I did not betray my tribe. I saw the truth. I see a future for us in the Necrotic Dynasty, where we rise alongside strength and wisdom. Not fall under the rule of the chaotic, drunken madness that the Union leaders."
The warrior's fists clenched.
"Stop spouting nonsense, Jargo. You are nothing but a coward now. You've abandoned your brothers for a false king."
Jargo's voice did not waver.
"If that is how you wish to see me, then let it be. But understand this: the Union you fight for is crumbling from the inside. The chiefs are already divided. The only thing holding us together is the fear of what lies beyond. And that is a fear that King Vahn will exploit."
The warrior hesitated, unsure, but before he could speak further, a loud voice called from the center of the camp.
"You are late, Jargo!"
