Clyde bit his thumb. Using one of his life-saving items as a bargain, Reyna and he made a seal of promise that she would protect him and be the figurehead of the camp until they reached the next Islet.
Reyna didn't care about the inhabitants in this group as long as she didn't run out of supply of good-looking men and women. She barely went out of her tent, and it was Clyde who managed everything in the camp.
Clyde didn't have complaints, though. He liked it that way. He could order and boss the others around while Reyna's strength kept them from slicing his throat.
The organizations in the Left and Right Oasis were very different. As much as Clyde wanted to establish his authority and establish some rules, the others simply didn't care. The elves were prideful, while the demons didn't even bother to spare him a glance. The only ones who heeded his orders were the humans though a few of them also did whatever they wanted while Reyna remained indifferent.
