"Must I really be here?" Logan looked irritated as he stood right beside Leone's golden throne.
"Yes," Leone replied. "I'm going to deal with someone nasty later, so watch out and make sure I don't get hurt just in case they do something reckless. There's always a possibility that they've been kicked in the head by a donkey when they were young."
"You humans are so fragile." Logan scoffed. "Even if Orcs were kicked in the head by a donkey, we'll be just fine."
Rasta and Khan were also present, but they stood with the rest of the warriors of the Aslan Tribe, who were all waiting for the arrival of their guests.
While they did their best to look calm, deep inside, they were very anxious.
Their Great Chieftain had told them that the Chieftain of the Grimhowl Tribe, the heirs of the Warclaw Tribe, and some high-ranking officials from the Sandreaver Tribe were coming.
