Garrison Commander Manor, Council Hall.
The hall was warmed by fine, burning silver charcoal, the pleasant heat dispelling the chill of early winter in the northern frontier. Yet at this moment, the atmosphere inside the hall felt even hotter than the glowing coals.
Wuerhan, the tall, burly envoy of the Helian Tribe wrapped in a thick fur robe, stood awkwardly in the middle of the hall alongside two equally fierce deputy envoys.
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