The Evolution Chronicles

After receiving the paper and pen from Charles, Mohawk quickly wrote a short message that explained the current situation, and also added that they needed Han to come over to the trenches. He then attacked the letter to an arrow and shot it to the wall, where it got stuck in between a small space between a couple of bricks.

Hesitantly, a scout holding up a shield rushed out of the cover of the walls and snatched the letter from the arrow, before retreating back into the wall. He then quickly took the letter to Malim, who unfolded it and read it with a raised brow.

"Mohawk has calmed down the defending forces. He did not mention much about them, but that's quite obvious. He did, however, explain he situation to the, so they are willing to talk. But their leader just wants to speak to Han first." Malim explained the situation, and everyone turned their gazes to the man that was requested.

"I can do it." Han nodded. There was no point in wasting time, as the forces defending the city did not plan on letting up unless they got what they wanted, and the leaders of the army did not mind compromising, as long as they were not forced to do things that would be counterproductive.

From what Mohawk had provided them, it seemed like the Henshaw Dynasty had indeed taken a part of the forces from Fressia, but with the way things were happening, they were a bit unsure as Mohawk was unable to explain too many things in detail.

A few minutes after, Han rode out from behind the wall on top of a horse, kitted out in proper armor and a shield. Even though they were willing to trust the other force that were in the trenches, they would still retain their caution.

Soon, he reached the trenches, where Mohawk stood, along with a Werecat that gave off powerful vibes. There was no doubt in Han's mind that the Werecat would be able to best him in battle.

"Here he is, this is Han." Mohawk nodded at the Werewolf, while Charles stepped forward and extended him hand for a handshake.

"Hello, the name is Charles. I apologize for attacking you people, but we needed to take caution in these desperate times." The Werecat looked apologetic. "We may discuss outside here, where both of out people will be able to keep watch of us."

Han nodded and accepted the handshake. "My name is Han. Although we started off on a bad foot, I hope we can work out our differences." Han respectfully replied. Most demi-humans admired and looked up to those among themselves who were stronger. They mostly served as icons and role models, so Han respected Charles because of the considerable power that the man wielded. His strength could even rival Daven's!

The three of them sat down on some chairs that were handed to them from the soldiers that remained in the trenches for now. From there, they began their discussion, which was mostly led by Charles, as he wanted to figure more out about what was going on in the continent.

Charles started off with who Han was, and the name of his pack. From there, he asked the patriarch about the state of the continent, and the ploys of the Henshaw Dynasty, and then he moved on to the recent attack on the Belmun Pack.

"Those damn humans. If I manage to get my hands on that bastard King, then I'll make sure to give him a slow and painful death." Han growled angrily. His pack was rather small, so it was quite easy for most of the pack members to get close to each other, and Han had made sure he knew everyone in his pack. It pained him to know that his pack was attacked, and a handful of pack members that he knew, and was rather close with, had been killed in the attack.

"So, the Henshaws are behind this." Charles said in thought. From what the two people he had formerly taken as enemies had told him, then the Henshaw Dynasty had most likely used the same force that had attacked the Belmun pack to strike at Fressia.

"This probably means that they have already taken complete control of the other targets that they had, right?" Charles asked.

"Probably." Mohawk nodded. "But besides that, there is something that leaves me confused. How the heck are you not under the control of the Herder Drug?"

Charles looked at the two demi-humans before him with a slightly pensive expression, but then he eventually sighed. He had to avoid keeping anything too suspicious or else he would have trouble gaining their trust. As long as he didn't reveal anything too confidential concerning Fressia, then it would be fine for him to tell them why he and the soldiers with him were not affected by the drug.

"It is nothing too difficult to explain, but I can not tell you all the details, as they are rather sensitive, and concern matters that can affect Fressia negatively if they are exposed." Charles started.

"Sure, go ahead. As long as your explanation is satisfactory, then we wouldn't mind." Mohawk nodded. He would not press for sensitive information that could possibly lead to the fall of a nation.

"Very well then." The Werecat nodded. "My team and I were out on a mission to far north. This mission led to us being away from Fressia for quite a while, and we only just returned to see our city in ruins, while those that were left were constantly speaking about a raid that happened some time ago. That is the reason why I saw you to be the enemy that attacked us. Perhaps you might have been coming back to finish what you started." Charles explained to the two.. He left the rest up to their imagination, but he did not doubt that their thoughts would stray close the truth, considering that one of the men here was the patriarch of a pack, while the other was strong enough to claim his own territory and build up his own power.