After the goat beastkin tribe members left, Alaric smiled at the people inside the tent. "It seems like there is a way for us to plant our banners in this Red Mountain Territory."
Most of them revealed confused faces, except for a few astute ones.
"Can you elaborate, my lord?" Someone spoke, furrowing his eyebrows.
Alaric nodded. "The Red Mountain Territory is governed by the Golden Lion Tribe. It has many vassal forces that are scattered throughout this land."
He paused, his eyes observing everyone's reaction.
"Let me ask you this. What makes a faction weaker?"
The various leaders frowned, wondering why he suddenly asked this question. They felt that it was out of context, but some of them answered it anyway.
"Weak leadership?"
"Lack of vital resources?"
"…"
Alaric nodded, but no answer satisfied him. "All your answers are correct, but there is one more important factor that you missed…"
He raised a finger and said. "Cohesion ."
