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Unlike humans, the beastkin’s decision-making process was swift and simple. Debates for and against were settled immediately by majority vote, and if the opinions split evenly, a duel would decide which stance was eliminated.
That concise, if barbaric, method sometimes brought bad results, but it had one undeniable advantage: once deployment was decided, everything moved with lightning speed.
From Urakan, the first to actually put himself forth for the war, to the elites scattered across the plains, warriors began to gather as soon as the news spread. Not only the four tribes of the war faction, famed for their strength, but even the four tribes of the neutral faction—who had weighed profit and loss between both sides—stepped forward, unwilling to bear the disgrace of cowardice.
The representative of the neutral was Nagini, chieftain of the Naga Tribe, counted second in power and reputation only after Varg, the Beast King, and Urakan, the chieftain of the Tigris Tribe.
Varg divided the roles of the clans.
“Renard will handle supply and negotiations with the humans. Your charms will be of little use against monsters.”
The Renard chieftain, Chepei, replied in a lilting voice, “Really? How do we know that without trying?”
A voice like jade chimes, enough to melt the heart of any weak-minded listener. One phrase could make their knees buckle, two would sap their strength until they...
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