The next morning, Liam woke up and found his men waiting for him along with Gotah.
"Let's go meet the last four chiefs," he said, and Liam nodded before walking to the river to splash his face with some water.
The moment the chilly water made contact with his skin, he woke up, the grogginess nowhere to be seen. He then picked up a machete, one of the best weapons his tribe had. There were spears, maces, and even axes, but Liam felt more comfortable with the machete. It had a longer blade than an axe and did not have a long wooden handle like the maces and spears did.
Once equipped, he walked over to the group of 242 men and observed their faces. Filled with resolution and bravery, they stared back at him, making him feel reassured about the upcoming fight.
'Yeah, it's just a bad feeling... but I hope that the talks go well so that we don't have to fight,' he thought to himself. Even though he wanted to unify the area, he did not want to see people die.
