The arrival of a new leader in the eleventh hamlet resulted in a raucous celebration that lasted for about thirty minutes.
Nightfall had already descended upon the eleventh hamlet, and moonlight bathed its streets.
Currently, Ragnar and Noah could be seen discussing with three middle-aged men. The men shared stories of how the food supplies in their small storage house had been dwindling drastically each night. One, who lived close to the storage house, mentioned hearing strange noises at night.
As they spoke, Ragnar and Noah easily caught up to what was actually happening—Monsterborn.
They exchanged a knowing look before Ragnar turned to the worried men and responded.
"Do not worry; your problems will be taken care of tonight."
"Really?" the three exclaimed in unison.
"Of course," Ragnar nodded. "What kind of leader would I be if I ignored the worries of my people?"
"We are glad fate brought you two to us." The men spoke with smiles.
