"I am my father's son," you say. "As you trusted in him, so you can trust in me. The Great Steppe is safe for us no longer, but all is not lost. When I was in the spirit world, the gods came to me and told me a story of our ancestors. We must travel north, to the Valley of the North Wind. It is there that our destiny lies, and there, too, that we can finally be safe."
Your advisors look at one another, and an unsaid agreement seems to pass between them.
"We're with you, Basileios," says Kral. "We all are. What would you have us do?"
"Gather the tribe," you say. "All of them. I have something to say."
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