The warriors were restless. The tension in the air was almost suffocating as they murmured among themselves, attempting to calm their nerves. Some introduce themselves to ease the potential tension between the races. Some paced, their hands gripping tightly around their weapons. The smell of anticipation mingled with the earthy aroma of damp soil, and the occasional crackle of distant lightning only served to heighten the atmosphere.
All conversation ceased as Ethan and Amdis approached. Their presence alone is enough to silence the growing unease as exuded confidence. They stepped onto the raised platform, the wooden stage that had long been used for pack announcements, challenges, and declarations of war.