A few moments later, Orion's aura vanished, and the atmosphere in the makeshift tent grew tense and heavy again.
Jorik looked grim. As the leader of the allied forces, he'd realized there was now someone in the ranks he couldn't truly control.
"I have no objection. I'll give the order," he said, face still cold as he agreed to Orion's demands for the sake of completing his ancestor's instructions.
"My friend, I'll promise not to let my people eat those giants," Aldous added, turning to Orion with a serious expression. "But you can't stop my people from snacking on everyone else. My folks are starving."
"No problem," Orion answered with a shrug, effectively addressing everyone in the tent. "If they're from another race, it's none of my business. Go ahead and eat whoever you like."
Having heard Aldous and Orion strike this agreement, Gareth, Ironhoof, and Lokiviria all nodded in turn, signaling they would abide by Orion's condition.
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