A new path

When the doors closed in the council chamber, everyone's eyes were on the Mythic crystal.

"I believe this crystal is proof that my interest in this race was not merely an old man's speculation. Gartrius, if you would be so kind as to order accommodations to be prepared for me in Asgaroth, I believe I will stay for a while..." The great elder spoke again.

The Vertrans were a civilized and competent race. While it was true that they would not be friends of humans, nor would they stop seeing humans as mere barbarians, once mutual benefit was established, their millennia of existence, perfection, and work were set in motion like a perfectly oiled machine.

It only took two hours to gather and collect the food, weapons, and even the carts needed to pull them; the beasts of burden were a variant of the goat-horses that humans had already been able to know and eat.