Chapter 375: The Meeting of Dawn
…Two weeks earlier…
The valley tribes’ camps sprawled across the hillside. Each chieftain had brought a small retinue of warriors to the gathering. Dozens of suspicious eyes stared at Marek and the twins as they walked down the hill to the large tent where the other chieftains waited.
Marek had expected at least one or two upstart tribesmen to block their path and give them some kind of trouble after the recent attacks on the valley people, but not a single warrior did. All eyes quickly shifted away from Marek to the gigantic tarp-covered wagon behind him being hauled by a dozen burly centaurs.
If only they truly knew what lay dormant underneath that leather tarp. They wouldn’t be staring, they’d be trembling in fear and awe. Marek thought pensively.
The twin archmages had grown awfully quiet after Vaughn had lost his temper and told Marek the one thing he hadn’t wanted to hear.
You can’t stop the Unildyr.
For now, the perplexing creatures of old were for the most part obeying Marek’s command, at least as much as any trained wild animal might. But if the day were to come that they went rabid, Marek didn’t know what he would do.
The thought elicited more fear within him than this meeting ever would.
Vaughn stopped walking and gestured to the large tent in front of them. “We’re here. The meeting of the chieftains will soon begin.”