As soon as Artom began to speak, all eyes turned to him. Though he was part of the younger generation, his status as Arar's eldest and most cherished son commanded respect from everyone present, including the leaders of the Adik tribe and the eight chiefs.
Artom met their gazes with a confident smile, his demeanor calm. "We aren't the only ones considering a united front against the Silver Mane Tribe," he announced, his voice clear and steady.
A wave of confusion rippled through the eight chiefs, their brows furrowing in curiosity. "What do you mean, Artom?" one chief asked, leaning forward, eager for clarification.
"Have you forgotten, my esteemed chiefs, that many tribes have been driven away by the Silver Mane Tribe?" Artom reminded them, his tone light but pointed. He emphasized the words "driven away," making the message clear.