"Well, for one, you gain multiple Chosen as part of your clan," he said. "That alone increases your overall strength and gives you a better position when it comes to meeting the requirements for the King's Games. Numbers matter, especially when they're not just bodies, but capable ones."
I narrowed my eyes slightly.
"How do you know I haven't already cleared it?"
He didn't hesitate.
"The fact that you're asking me that tells me you haven't."
I clicked my teeth.
Smartass.
I didn't bother responding to that. Instead, I just watched him, waiting to see where he'd go next.
His gaze shifted briefly past me, toward the direction of the base.
"I also noticed your walls," he said, almost casually, though there was intent behind it. "They're reinforced, but it's still mostly patched wood."
I frowned slightly.
"What?"
"Drow," he continued, resting a hand on the shoulder of one of the goblins beside him, "has earth manipulation. He was the one who built the walls for our clan."
