Chapter 16: Negotiation with the Exiles and Shipwreck Survivors

After returning from his exploration, Edmund and his advisors decided that their first course of action would be to establish contact with the community of exiles and shipwreck survivors that Kieza had discovered. The coastal village, nestled in a protected cove, was modest, with wooden cabins and makeshift tents scattered along the shore. The settlement appeared well-organized, but there were clear signs of hardship—scarce supplies, fragile boats, and cautious eyes watching every movement of the newcomers.

Edmund, accompanied by Kieza, Voss, and a small contingent of well-armed soldiers, disembarked on the beach under the watchful eyes of the village leaders. Among them was a man named Gregor, a former merchant captain who had lost his ship to pirates and now led the exiles with a firm hand. By his side stood a woman named Mirella, a healer who seemed to have the trust of the community.

"We did not come as enemies," Edmund declared, his posture firm but not threatening. "We know you are struggling, just as we once did. We can offer protection, supplies, and a better future—but in return, we need loyalty and cooperation."

Gregor crossed his arms, examining Edmund with a skeptical gaze. "We've heard promises before, and few of them meant anything. What exactly are you offering, and what do you expect in return?"

Kieza stepped forward, her penetrating eyes meeting Gregor's. "We don't expect you to accept without guarantees. We can help rebuild your ships, share food and weapons. But we want you to be part of something greater. Claw Island is growing, and we need sailors, fishermen, artisans—people willing to start over."

The exiles exchanged looks, murmuring among themselves. Mirella leaned toward Gregor, whispering something in his ear before speaking aloud. "Protection and supplies are tempting, but we've seen leaders demand servitude in exchange. How do we know this won't be the same?"

Edmund took a deep breath before responding. "Because I was exiled myself. I know what it means to lose everything. But I am building something new—something where those willing to fight for their place in the world can find a home. I am not a tyrant, but a commander who needs allies."

His words stirred more murmurs among the exiles. Finally, Gregor nodded slowly. "We'll need to discuss this among ourselves. Give us a day to make a decision."

Edmund agreed to their terms and returned to Claw Island, leaving behind basic supplies as a gesture of goodwill. The following day, Gregor and a group of exiles arrived on the island to negotiate the final terms. The future of this alliance was about to be decided.