Merton, the Patriarch of the Steel Fist Clan, welcomed William into his Clan's domain. As nomads, most of them lived in tents made from beast skins. The insignia of a black fist, fluttered on the flags of their homes, showing that they all belong to the Steel Fist Clan, who once ruled vast areas of land in the Demonic Continent.
However, that was a past long forgotten. The war many years ago had forced them to leave their ancestral lands and journey to the East, in the hope that they would find a place that they could call their own.
Unfortunately, things didn't go their way. A migration of tens of thousands of people was impossible to hide, and the Major Power of the land they had traversed thought that this was a good opportunity to make them a part of his dominion.
"Lord William, welcome to our humble abode. Welcome to Venzor," Merton, as well as his aides, bowed to William.
William smiled and nodded his head. "Are all of you ready to migrate?"
