You look at the chief, his sharp eyes full of suspicion. "I was traveling by boat," you begin, your voice steady. "But a storm hit, and my boat was destroyed. I barely managed to swim to shore."
You look down, your hands hidden in the ragged wool cape. "I was separated from my companions during the chaos. I've been on foot since then, doing my best to avoid drawing attention to myself."
The chief looks at you for a moment, considering your words. Then he nods, seemingly satisfied with your explanation. "It's dangerous to travel alone, especially in these times. But you're safe now, at least for the moment."
He glances towards the old woman and the aristocrat. "We'll continue our search for the boat in the morning. For now, let's focus on our guest's proposal. It's clear we have a common enemy, and we must decide how best to tackle this threat."
With that, the group begins to discuss your proposal, weighing the risks and benefits of joining forces against the Stormraiders. Despite the tension in the air, you can't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, together, you can stand against this threat and protect your lands.