An hour later, you emerge from your yurt under a sky that is beginning to show slight traces of color as the gray dawn fades into day. Many of your tribe are already out of their tents, discussing the night's events around fires in small, hushed groups. The settlement is heavy with a sense of uncertainty and expectation.
Kral walks over to greet you. "I trust you are ready for this, Basileios," he says, stepping back and allowing you to make your way into the circle of empty ground in the middle of Tar-Domos.
The assembled tribespeople gather around, waiting to hear what you have to say. Among them you see Vanya, Drazha, and Seramet. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.
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