After seeing their guests off, Grimjaw Mountain finally began to quiet down a bit… Well, not quite.
The prisoners of war were being herded to do "volunteer" work and had been sent to the mines to help Maximus.
Gundar also planned to stay a week longer, refusing to budge despite Marcus' repeated attempts to convince him into returning to the Grimhowl Tribe with everyone.
Sadly for Marcus, the old shaman was very firm in his decision. No amount of persuasion could change his mind.
"Do you really expect me to convince my father about the alliance with the Aslan Tribe on my own?" Marcus asked. "He'll probably skin me alive if he heard about it."
"Tough it up kid." Gundar patted the young man's shoulder. "That is how you become a strong warrior."
The corner of Marcus' lips twitched. It was clear that Gundar was just spouting a bunch of nonsense, hoping he would take the fall for the old shaman's decision of allying with the Aslan Tribe.
