The first leaders meeting.

[Leigh]

Well wasn't this great? It's only been five minutes and here we have the first two clans at each others throats. Buuut that wasn't any of his business. Leigh listened carefully to what everyone had to say on their groups. Typhoon was interesting. A clan of pirates? Their land was rather suitable wasn't it? Did they have drinking contests here? Did they sail around the ocean looking for treasure? He wanted to ask, but he doubted Pincher would be amused by such stereotypical questions. Though maybe- just maybe- he'd ask about the kinds of alcohol they had here- if they even had any at all. Next was Astral chatting about his group. Worshiping the stars? It wasn't much different of his own respect for nature. But it was very interesting. Would they try to go to space, he wondered? Such technology was near impossible but it would never hurt to try. Beck and Tanglewood- another with eyes set on war, seemingly even more so than Pincher. His wording was rather threatening which didn't sit well with the tall male. But he wouldn't comment and would wait until his turn rolled around, three pairs of eyes trained on him. "Leigh- Chieftain of Snowbound. We're more passive if anything. Stay chill with us and we'll be chill with you." Fucking bazinga cold jokes. "Pretty straightforward. We're doing well, surviving and thriving and all that jazz. And not doing whatever you're suggesting there bud." he added, glancing at Beck. Who in their right mind would try to pick a fight at the start of literally everything that was going down?

"SPEECH"

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