"Not bad..." Beartooth clapped loudly as Ragnarok reached the safety of Valheim. "I'm sure this will make a lot of people happy."
Exile studied the smug grin on Beartooth's face as he wondered what he was after. "More like pissed off. What do you want?"
Beartooth let out a sigh as he rubbed his beard absentmindedly. "I want to see if you're interested in discussing an alliance?"
Exile frowned as the others looked on curiously. "With you? What benefits would that bring?"
Beartooth chuckled as a sly smile crept across his face. "Not just me. While you've been creating problems, I've been tracking down all of the leaders who voted to join the rebel faction. If that didn't make it clear, then let me spell it out for you. Everyone else has already agreed to work together. Your Pantheon is the only one still left out in the cold."
