The Matalebe leader took a deep breath, casting one last glance at his warriors. Their faces were etched with concern, but they remained silent, trusting in his judgment. He knew that this decision could change the fate of his people, for better or worse.
With a firm nod, he stepped forward, signaling that he was ready to proceed. The Triesenberg official gestured towards one of the waiting vehicles, an armored car that stood out amidst the rubble and devastation.
As they reached the vehicle, the Triesenberg official opened the door, motioning for the Matalebe leader to enter first. He hesitated for a moment, then climbed inside, the unfamiliar scent of leather and metal assaulting his senses. The interior was surprisingly spacious, designed with both comfort and function in mind. The Triesenberg official and the interpreter followed him in, and the door closed with a soft click, sealing them inside.
