Meanwhile, inside the Honourable Son's tent at the Raksasa Tribe camp on the other side of the Chaotic Mountain Range.

Debra and Shentel sat in the tent and sipped on their cup of hot water. They could not find any tea in the Wild Deserted Secret Region, so clean hot water was pretty much the next best thing. There were hung animal skins inside the tent with poetry, cultural and geographic knowledge from the Nine Mainland written on all of them. Alaric sat with them; he seemed sincere with no trace of arrogance that would have been normal for a man of his status.

"My dear teachers." Alaric asked with a smile, "According to what you have been saying, the people in Nine Mainland are not savages, but they are educated and with high attainment, and they seek peace more than anything else?" Alaric paused to consider before he said, "If that's the case, then it would not be reasonable to attack them. The Raksasa Tribe would become mere criminals who started a war."

Debra and Shentel gave