Previously, the lands of the Brolgadhr were distant, separate from his own tribe's domain.
Even after Aeryon subdued the six tribes, the vast expanse between them persisted, requiring a day's ride to traverse.
The question loomed: why had they journeyed this far? It seemed implausible that their visit was merely a routine check on his affairs.
Yet, here they were, without warning or herald, as silent as the calm before a storm.
The Duhai tribe shared no alliance with the Brolgadhr, their interactions scarce at best.
Upon contemplation, the motives driving Aeryon actions unveiled themselves, casting shadows of apprehension upon Durka thoughts.
A heavy sigh escaped inwardly, a subtle manifestation of his growing unease.
It was Durka scout who first caught sight of the multitude, a horde of a thousand mounted warriors approaching their lands.
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