Inside the tent, the atmosphere shifted as Aeryon uncle and Belarion made an unceremonious entrance.
Unlike the customary formalities with other tribe members, Aeryon allowed them this familiarity.
His uncle didn't immediately speak, and Belarion seemed to have joined the gathering just to be part of the commotion.
"Brother," his uncle addressed him with a nod, and Aeryon reciprocated the gesture. It had been a few days since he last saw his sworn brother, Belarion.
Belarion had recently entered into multiple marriages, and once he tired of the company of his wives, he would head to the sparring grounds to engage in combat with other warriors.
Everyone knew the extent of Belarion strength, and as a result, very few dared to challenge him.
Following each victory, he seemed to gain even more energy, and his leadership among the warriors grew stronger.
