Lucian leaned back in his chair, his expression calm as he looked at the elder chief.
"It's time to prepare. Your people will need to relocate. If they want food, safety, and work, they'll have to come closer to my settlement."
He said.
The elder's brows furrowed.
"How long do we have?"
"About a week. But I want to take a few people with me first. Preparations must be made before everyone arrives. If we don't set up shelter in advance, you'll freeze before the next sunrise."
Lucian replied.
The council exchanged worried glances. Moving everyone was risky, but so was staying here. Their food would not last long, and the snowstorms were only getting harsher.
Finally, the chief sighed. He looked at the other elders.
"Who will go first?"
Silence.
Nobody wanted to step forward. Trusting outsiders was dangerous. But not trusting them could mean death for their children.
Then, one man rose. His voice was steady but heavy.
"I'll go."
Enjou said.
