Grimhowl Tribe…
Gundar was currently in a meeting with the Chieftain of the Grimhowl Tribe, Hagen, and the chieftain's two sons, Marcus and Elias.
Four Elders of the tribe were also present. They were discussing the upcoming tribal gathering, which would be held in five months.
Suddenly, a knock was heard on the door of the room.
"Great Shaman, I have news from one of our spies in the Darkmane Tribe."
"Enter and give your report," Gundar commanded.
"Yes, Sir." A man who seemed to be in his early thirties entered the room and knelt in front of the high-ranking officials of the Grimhowl Tribe. "A day ago, our spy heard the news that the representative from the Bloodtusk Tribe had died after heading to Grimjaw Mountain."
"Pwaaah!"
Gundar spat out the tea that he was drinking, which landed on the face of his Great Chieftain.
Yet, instead of apologizing to Hagen, the old man stood up and grabbed the collar of his subordinate, lifting him up.
