SHALLOW PLAINS.
The great impaler and his warriors arrived at the camp, for the peace talk. Asterd and his own warriors were already settled in. Zander handed his horse's rein to one of his warriors.
"You are most welcome to the Shallow Camp, Great Impaler." an approaching god said.
"Hmm," Zander only hummed.
"Lord Asterd awaits you." The god informed, "I'll lead the way." and with that he walked on.
"The rest of you settle in. Ian come with me." The Great Impaler ordered. The warriors bowed to the lord before, he and his right hand walked off.
"Right here." The god said gesturing to a certain huge tent. "But, there are no weapons allowed. Just in case, we can't be too sure."
Zander sighed. Before he started removing the numerous weapons he had, placing them on a nearby table, so did his right hand. Zander was about to walk inside, when the god blocked his path.
"Lord Impaler, I said all weapons." The god said with a slight smile.
