Grandpa

Khan inspected the kneeling leader for a few seconds before lifting his hand and performing a precise gesture. The army of Scalqa lowered their weapons at that sight, advancing to form two massive groups at the three men's sides.

The Scalqa's advance gave more information about their actual numbers. That was a proper battalion that counted at least three hundred heads, and Khan could command it with a wave of his hand.

"Move," Khan ordered, disregarding the kneeling men to walk forward. He didn't wait for their reaction, but they were smart enough to stand up and follow him.

To the men's dismay, Khan's route was familiar. He was heading to the ship's landing spot, bringing his battalion with him. It seemed the previous claim wasn't a boast, and the future became unclear.