"A toast to our allies. With that, let us all welcome Lost Paradise!" Leone declared as he raised the goblet in his hand. "Cheers!"
"""Cheers!"""
That afternoon, a feast was held in honor of the mercenary group that had come to assist the Aslan Tribe in the upcoming war.
Conall sat on the seat of honor beside Leone, and his men sat at the same table. He exchanged a toast with Leone, and thanked him for throwing a welcoming feast for them.
Everyone was making merry and was in a festive mood. The tribe members were also paying close attention to their guests, wanting to know more about them.
Oisin, the bard of the mercenary group, got up and switched to Vlad's table. The teenager had promised to tell him about Leone's heroic tales earlier, and a bard would never miss a good story.
It was no surprise that the two hit it off right away. In fact, they even schemed behind Leone's back, planning to compose a song in praise of the chieftain.
