In the meeting room, the source of illumination came from the numerous open windows scattered around the chamber, permitting the relentless noonday sun to stream in. As a gentle breeze rustled the pristine white curtains, the weight of the ongoing meeting hung heavy in the air.
Lucy, her demeanor poised and determined, stood at the forefront of the room, a commanding presence among those gathered around the long, intricately carved wooden table. By her side sat Gideon, his every move marked by a thoughtful gravity that captured the attention of all present.
Lucy cleared her throat and began to relay the critical information. "I have successfully secured the allegiance of ten tribes. They have agreed to join our cause without a hint of resistance. Their sole request is the safeguarding of their people. They harbor genuine fears that their vulnerability may render their kin as slaves or subject them to even more unspeakable horrors."
