Galthor had realized a while ago that the best way to spread his name, at least among the Stronghide tribe, was to show off himself. He was the best proof of the barbarian god.
So when he told Grimvar to "go on," he already expected what the young barbarian was about to say.
"But how? How can you become such a glorious warrior? To even fight against someone like the First Commander!" Grimvar couldn't hide his excitement as he spoke.
Galthor smiled. "Indeed. It was a known fact that First Commander Oryn was a man above the masters. No essence master could ever touch him, but I did.
"And that is because I'm also above the master rank. I have been blessed by the barbarian god."
Just as expected, the stunned silence that followed was instantly broken by an onslaught of whispering words and shocked gasps. He let them have their moments while he watched them. Finally, he clapped, letting the booming sound silence them.
