The people in front of me were really particular and unique cases.
"Power and unbreakable will... for us, the Daemons of the Warp are just different kinds of prey, albeit more difficult and dangerous than ordinary ones, but nevertheless, they are just prey."
I could see the man who spoke meant for all of its meaning.
"I am Ezran Partas, Patriarch of the Partas Clan, which rules this area of the Northern Regions. It seems that you are not really from the Northern Tribes or the Northern Regions as a whole."
When the man introduced himself, I knew that I was correct. He was the leader of one of the Tribes that ruled this area. The fact that the Partas Clan ruled such vast lands in such a hostile environment was a credit to their strength and power.
"Jeron Egan Butler."
The name that I hadn't used or heard for several thousand years brought me an unprecedented amount of nostalgia, regret, and perhaps even happiness. Who knows? I wasn't really used to the feelings of this kind; it was pretty weird.
Jeron Egan Butler was the name that I had when I was still human, living in the 25th millennium of the Golden Age of Humanity, the Golden Age of Technology, and the times when the Terran Federation of Terra spread its wings through the Milky Way Galaxy.
There were times when the other races of the Milky Way Galaxy covered before humanity and its military might, and even the proud and ancient Aeldari Empire was looking cautiously at the Solar Federation.
Jeron Egan Butler was the identity of one of the most prominent scientists in the Solar Federation who developed weapons of mass destruction to be used in a potential and purely hypothetical war against the Aeldari Empire.
However, a lot of the weapons and inventions that I created changed the methods of warfare of the Solar Federation. Many of them exterminated the Orkish forces in an instant, or were the reason for the genocide of countless species that the Terran Federation wanted to get rid of.
It felt weird, in fact, to use this name after approximately... what it was?
Thirteen thousand years or fourteen thousand years already?
Still...
It was bringing a certain feeling of satisfaction to me... at least.
"Not very Fenrisian name... sounds like one of the foreigners from the stars."
While the Patriarch of the Partas Tribe had a cautious tone of voice when he spoke, I could sense that he was very about me, probably even more when I said my name. Indeed, according to what I gathered, it was in nature closer to the Imperium of Man, than the Fenrisian culture and traditions.
It was evident that these people didn't really like the foreigners or practically anyone who wasn't one of them. Coupled with their warlike tendencies and warrior culture, it would be rather hard to gain their trust or anything.
But if there was one thing that I learned about cultures like this, it was that they all respected the strong and powerful, regardless of their origin. People like Ezran Partas respected power above everything else and were strict believers in the philosophy of survival of the fittest.
Which wasn't that different from the ideology that we had in the Chthonian Empire of the Baator or the Douluo Principal World. Practically everyone within the Kadath Universe who was part of the higher leadership of my little universe followed very similar principles and ideas.
One could say that our culture was pretty much similar.
"We could consider it that way... but the more important question would be, what now?"
I knew that the situation wouldn't really devolve into a fight, because if they wanted to attack me, they would have ambushed me right from the start. As the proper top hunters, they would never allow themselves to waste this opportunity.
"Someone of your strength would be a great addition to the forces of our Tribe, especially now when we are going to war against the Northern Tribes. So, I have a deal for you, Sir Butler. I would like to invite you to be a guest of our Tribe, in exchange for some of your requests."
Hearing that, I was seriously considering his request because it was a tempting one. In this world, I needed resources and information, something that I didn't really have access to right now; Partas Tribe would certainly be a good starting point.
They were fairly powerful enough, and they had a certain sense of honor that was very useful in the situation because he wouldn't really need to fear that they would scheme or betray him that fast.
And judging based on the fact that they were preparing for war against their rivals, probably wanting to unify the entire region under their leadership and rule, it was clear they would be pretty helpful.
I could obtain more resources and their help, by helping them in the war against the Northern Tribes.
"I just want information, technology, and knowledge of the Psykers. We could even help each other with this."
Hearing that, I agreed, Ezran Partas nodded because he was satisfied that he managed to obtain a powerful helper for the Partas Tribe against their rivals, the Northern Tribes. He knew that with a powerful addition like me, he, the Partas Tribe, would be able to win the war much more easily.
Though I seriously doubted that the Partas Tribe needed my help in the first place, they were fairly powerful from what I saw. It was clearly evident that this Tribe of human hunters on the Fenran Rex IX. was unique by some standart.
"Then we can depart back to the Icecrown Citadel."
With that being said, the entire entourage of the Partas Tribe lowered their weapons, and soon enough, we started moving toward the Icecrown Citadel.
The Icecrown Citadel was the capital city of the Partas Tribe. It was one of the largest cities on this side of the continent, according to what I learned from the Patriarch of the Partas Tribe.