As the last golden rays of sunlight began their descent beyond the horizon, Gideon and his companions returned to their burgeoning base. With them came Desnar and a contingent of his curious people, eager to witness the progress of this newfound haven. Their arrival coincided with the gradual pause of the ongoing construction efforts in the bustling base, as the laborers readied themselves to rest for the night.
Desnar, his eyes alight with curiosity, cast his gaze around the encampment. "So, this is destined to become the capital of your burgeoning nation," he mused, his voice tinged with wonder. "It seems to be expanding at an astonishing pace. You've already gathered citizens from three distinct tribes."
