In a distant land, a few territories away from where Oli's clan had met Trada, Rathe and his men were sitting down inside a magnificent banquet hall filled with people.
"So, you're the one in charge of that new Iron Territory, right?"
With an ugly frown, Rathe glanced at the large Three-eyed Jaguar across from him and just kept eating.
"I'll take that as a yes. It must have been so hard for you to travel so far," continued the jaguar. "By the look of your men, something must have happened on your journey. What happened?"
While an injured Fontu sat together with two other gorillas at Rathe's sides, Rathe stopped eating and stared at the jaguar. "I thought that having three eyes was supposed to help you see better. But if you're struggling to see the bandages and the slings my men are wearing, then I guess I'm wrong."
Squinting the Jaguar showed his cold smile. "So you really are as unruly as they said."
"I'm just eating and conversing. None of you have seen me unruly yet."