Dave was teleported back into the wilds. Appearing in the corpse-filled area where the battle of the orcs and players happened. There, he was face to face with Singund.
Singund was looking at Dave disapprovingly.
"What? Is there a problem?" Dave said.
"I still don't think you are fit to lead," Singund snorted.
"Really? Not even after I have beaten your ass?" Dave questioned.
"A leader is not just about strength," The orc said.
"That's new, coming form an orc. Say, what the fuck do you know about me to say I am not fit to lead?" Dave said he was getting angry. Never was he in a situation where one of his underlings talked back to him.
Even Dog, with all his antics, was a good follower.
