Cleon's complaints weighed heavily on the group, his frustration palpable.
"This is fate's doing," Tolmides sighed, his gaze lingering on the campfire. "Who can we blame for not following Juleios earlier? The man truly seems favored by the gods. In just six months, he has accomplished what most wouldn't dare dream of. Even joining him now doesn't feel too late."
Zantiparis, gazing into the star-filled sky, spoke softly, his words tinged with melancholy. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm tired—tired of wandering, tired of fighting endless battles with no purpose. Living a life where today exists but tomorrow remains uncertain… Perhaps settling down here isn't such a bad idea."
His admission cast a reflective silence over the group, each man lost in his thoughts.
