"I see…" Leone gave Jafar a complicated look.
The shaman had just told him the reason why he and the heirs of the Darkmane Tribe had come to the Fortress of the Aslan Tribe.
Leone's vassals, the chieftains of the other tribes, and their Elders remained silent, for it was not their place to say anything.
Some of them even gazed at the distant fortress, where Troy currently stood vigil, with profound respect.
Even Godwin, Hagen, and Malik couldn't help but be in awe of Troy's final wish, as well as his determination.
"Very well," Leone said after a few minutes of silence. "I promise I will do my best to ensure that Troy's sons can live a life of comfort. However, should they do anything to harm the Aslan Tribe, their privileges will be revoked. Do I make myself clear?"
"Of course." Jafar nodded in understanding. "If they are stupid enough to waste their father's sacrifice, they don't deserve to live. I'll even personally end their lives with my own hands if I have to."
