"I am extremely grateful that all of you are present here with me."
Marin's aura-enhanced words boomed throughout the site, and the murmurs died down.
Everyone's eyes shifted towards Marin, and he scanned them with a calm gaze.
He stepped forward and looked at Varok and Valak for permission to continue.
They nodded.
He took a deep breath before he spoke, "None of us had expected what happened two days ago... The whole tribe is saddened by the losses, and to pay homage to the dead, we decided to hold a feast... many of you may think that a feast is only for celebrations, but I must correct you."
He raised his hand and clenched it, his eyes flared with unbridled fury as he shouted, "At this feast we are not denying our sorrow, but we are reforming it into an arrow so sharp that it would strike the purple into eternal slumber!"
