"All the Hinterlands Clans came together and came to a decision. We can't allow the Athrimir to grow more than they already have, or they will start oppressing us in the future. This is the Borderland, and it is expected. We all know the rise of the Athrimir. They were an insignificant branch family, and yet they grew into what they are before they were cut down." Eirikr paused, his eyes sweeping the room.
The room was silent, but there were myriads of expressions. Most were shock and stunned surprise, including from Vale.
'...my clan was such a problem? Just how powerful had Father's reach been for him to be feared so?...'
A lot of people were also hearing it for the first time, and they couldn't hide their shock.
"The Athrimir did not need our trades. They have tamed Rifts and have the resources to spend. They used it to neuter several powerful Master Knights," Eirikr smiled with a sinister expression. "But they couldn't act so openly..."
