Pre-Party Rumble [Valhallan Fighters]

Red listened as each of those who had experienced a raid spoke. Raids in these lands were far different than those of his homeland, but he had known that coming into this. As the son of the last king he as well as his twin who was the heir had been expected to fight beside him to put down any other kingdoms who sought to raise themselves above the others in the constant jockeying for position, but those "raids" were highly ritualised and rarely ended with any serious injuries. They had faced off a few attacks from packs outside their lands, though, so he knew from the histories just how vicious a real battle could be. None of their words came to any shock to him, though his heart was troubled further by the reminder. He could only hope that their straits were never so dire that Aurielle would be faced with the decision to willingly choose to raid another pack for their resources, but he thought she might if it came down to her packmates or the others, and the thought made him sad.

As his own experience with raids was so wildly foreign to this land, he stayed silent when Justice had finished speaking.