Of course.
Of course.
If Ares had been a betting man, he would have made quite a bit of money from the guess. He sighed over his bowl of meat soup. Abdan sat opposite him with a few humans, he only brought around his sister, a pair of nobles that were siblings, as well as a pair of guards. The Roaring Tridents remained nearby, though only six of them were around.
Nearby were the various members of the races that wished to join Ares on the expedition. He was surprised to see a few familiar faces with the oxfolk and the wolffolk, though he still felt fairly awkward when it came to the various wolffolk due to Inta.
Then there were a couple from the bearfolk that were related to Rori in someway, a couple dragonfolk, one being Saykkera, the other being The First Dragon. Ares was surprised to see the latter.
Then there was Mala. She was one of the only two catfolk, the other he recognised as being one of the original beastfolk that had joined him when he was a chief still.
