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With the battle now over, and the defeated Tremorscales either dead or captured, it was time for a proper reunion, time to loot everyone for their shit…and a rundown on both casualties and the situation leading up until now.
We had learned from Slug-at-Arms' letter that they needed assistance, but they hadn't exactly detailed how bad the situation had gotten for my descendants.
Evidently, it wasn't good.
At least, judging by the look on Hakon's face.
When he first reunited with his family, he was as happy as a bear with a jar of honeyed salmon.
But now, as the Storm Singers had time to lick their wounds and recover from this entire ordeal, Hakon's expression became troubled.
"Is...is this really everybody?" Hakon asked his father, the tribe's chief. "I don't see a lot of faces I thought would still be here…"
