The Chronicles of Scablord and Godfart

Archon held no ill will towards the slave and so he made sure nothing ill would become of him. Archon had beat him in a fight- simple as that. God had led it to be so, and Hannibal had no use in struggling, nor did he attempt to. Still, he did now wallow as one would expect. He didn't make a dramatic display of it as the alpha had tried to. Maybe, in a way, Archon respected this fallen warrior.

The man said his wounds were healing well and Archon nodded, "We are blessed to have two such healers at our disposal."

Then he asked what he would be trading him for.

"Well, token, I had spoken to your alpha about wanting a land my people claim dear- a land your pack currently resides in. I would do anything to ensure that land falls to my people. I don't mind visitors, but it should not be claimed as a pack land and kept from others."

Archon let a light smile tug at his lips, although it didn't come to full bloom.

"Obi and I are to restore that structure there and use that land as a holy land. One for strengthening those of faith and calling the heathens upon it."

Archon didn't specifically say that he was going to trade Hannibal for that, because he was starting to not be so sure. He waited to see what Hannibal had to say in order to gauge his feeling about the whole situation.