Brent stood at the center of the city and looked at the statue of the Earth Mother, which towered above the two monuments of the Darkmane and the Aslan Tribe.
Like Leone, he had been exiled from the place where he grew up. This led him to Grimjaw Mountain, where the Aslan Tribe lived.
The young man was only in his mid-twenties, and yet, he was forced to shoulder the responsibility of caring for the people who remained loyal to him.
They followed him to the Aslan Tribe, hoping this new land would show them mercy and give them a place they could call their new home.
Truth be told, Brent and his people had already expected the Aslan Tribe to ridicule and humiliate them once they arrived in their domain.
Yet, what they received was warmth and hospitality.
The houses they lived in were better than the ones they had back in the Bonegnash Tribe.
They were also well-fed, allowed to eat as much bread as they wanted every day.
