It’s not the role of a King to be always right.

Ares overlooked the pair of villages that had been overtaken by the oxfolk whilst he had been gone. Surprisingly there wasn't much damage done to the villages, it seemed as though that the oxfolk used the villages as their own base whilst they tried to invade.

"At least everything seems fine," Ares said.

"What do you think?" Heria asked.

"I think we can have those that lived here move back."

"What else did you have in mind?"

Ares turned to look at her. "It's scary that you already know I had other plans in mind," Ares said.

"It is scary," she said, "I might start thinking like you one day."

"A terrifying thought."

Those that had escaped the village to head to Rivea proper soon returned, though Ares stationed six of his own Roaring Tridents here as well in order to ease their worries.

"What of the Reptai?" Heria asked as she bit into a fruit.

"I'll speak with them in a couple of days. I need to speak to the Riveans first."

"Why not start with this village?"