Heath cleared his throat, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet of the mess hall. He stood up, wiping grease from his beard with the back of his hand.
"Alright," Heath announced, his voice booming. "I've heard enough. And I have to say that this has given me a purpose. I have found my purpose."
"What do you mean purpose?" Arwin asked, leaning back. "To trade? To an alliance? That would be great, we can trade grain for advanced medicines and weapons. Finally, we will not have to be afraid of all the superhumans the Watchers are throwing here. Maybe we can build our own territory like the way the Quinn's have built Fortress Four. I already have ideas; you are going to love them."
Heath put a hand on his son's shoulder and grinned, a predatory glint in his eye. "Why get horns when you can have the entire bull? We need to come up with a plan and loot every single thing they've got."
