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"Do you think he'll be alright?" Althea asked as she watched the Bellugan representatives disappear from view. 

Garan leaned down and kissed her hair. "He would have to if he wants to survive," he said and he patted his wife's head as she rested on him again. 

"Soon enough, aborigines would come for us," she said. Oslo had confirmed what that Bart person had hinted at Garan before. There were many aborigine territories interested in their tokens. They would soon be flooded with war. 

"It's like enemies would be coming from all directions…"

Garan nodded, not lying, but he kissed her cheek in comfort. "We will consider as many things as we can so that, at the very least, we would feel secure in our own home whatever happens."

Althea giggled, kissing his cheek. "You'll be like Altera's watch tower…" she mumbled, then she flinched at the recollection of something. 

"Speaking of watchtowers…"

She opened up her panel and Build tab.