Chapter 18: The Discussion with Edmund

In the early morning of the next day, Gregor and the representatives of the exiles crossed the calm sea in small makeshift boats, heading towards Claw Island. The rising sun painted the horizon in golden and crimson hues, reflecting off the crystal-clear waters. Upon arrival, they were greeted by Edmund, Kieza, and Voss, who were waiting for them in the newly constructed hall of the fortress.

Seated at the large oak table, the exiles kept firm gazes, while Edmund observed each of them carefully, trying to assess their intentions. Gregor was the first to speak.

"We've come to discuss the terms of our alliance. We are not mere refugees seeking shelter. We are sailors, fishermen, artisans, and warriors. We can contribute, but we want guarantees that we will not be mere subordinates with no voice."

Edmund nodded, resting his forearms on the table. "I'm not looking for servants, Gregor. I'm looking for allies. Claw Island is growing, and we need skilled hands to turn it into a true refuge and a naval power. In return, I offer security, supplies, and a place to call home."

Rurik, still distrustful, leaned forward. "And what's to stop you, once you're stronger, from treating us as disposable? We've been deceived before."

Kieza intervened calmly. "Everyone here has lost something. There's no room for betrayal if we want to prosper. What Edmund offers is not servitude, but a second chance. Here, you'll have a voice and an essential role in building that future."

Mirella, the healer, lifted her gaze to Edmund. "We want equal rights and participation in decisions that affect our lives. Do you guarantee that?"

Edmund held her gaze firmly. "Yes. Those who prove themselves loyal and willing to build will have a voice in the council that will govern this island. My leadership is necessary to maintain order, but I'm not foolish enough to ignore those who make this dream a reality."

Gregor exchanged glances with his companions, still reflecting on Edmund's words. Then, he leaned slightly forward, testing the limits of the negotiation.

"If we're to risk our lives for this new home, we want something concrete. Security and housing are essential, but we also want participation in military decisions. If we fight for this island, we must have a place in the strategies and defense."

Edmund studied Gregor for a moment before responding. "I agree, but discipline will be maintained. Those who demonstrate competence can rise to leadership positions, but I can't allow anarchy to compromise our security. Order and respect are crucial for this alliance to work."

Rurik let out a low laugh and crossed his arms. "Fair... But how will we know you truly value our presence? Many leaders talk of equality, but few practice it."

Voss, who had been listening in silence until then, finally spoke. "Edmund doesn't make empty promises. I served under a captain who saw men as disposable tools. If he were lying, I wouldn't be here."

There was a tense silence, and Gregor finally sighed, signaling that he was convinced, at least for now.

"Then we want proof. Let us live here for a time, work by your side, and see if your word holds up."

Edmund smiled faintly. "Fair. I'll give you three months to settle in and prove your worth. If, at the end of that time, you still want to leave, I won't stop you."

The tension in the air seemed to dissipate slightly. Gregor extended his hand, and Edmund shook it firmly. The fate of the alliance between the exiles and Claw Island had been sealed.