The atmosphere was festive in Camelot; we had won a battle that was supposed to put us all at risk, and now we all had happy and tired faces. This world was tired of a tyranny, and it was not until our arrival that they had the perfect excuse to overthrow it.
However, not everyone was equally happy with the outcome, some of the races left empty-handed, because they had received payment for their help with other things, Alaharians, Gnomes and Vertrans were in this situation. They were the weak link, the Vertrans could get some Leviathan bone from their own reserves, but not the rest.
Another shadow also flew over the room. What could have been a war of extermination had ended with minimal casualties; the benefit that the races would obtain had not really been paid; no one wanted to talk about it, but no one wanted to return to their land. So.
In that month of coexistence in Camelot, a stronger alliance had been formed than everyone expected.
