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The tribal leaders nod at Cirion's blood oath. One of the tribal leaders, who seems to be the eldest, takes a crude iron knife and slices his hand open with it. "Your blood is our blood now, Gondorian."

"I have heard of this Herendil. He fought in the southern campaigns against my homeland, and slew many southerners." He nods and sits down. "Thank you for your loyalty. I will tell you when the time comes for action. In the meantime, prefer yourselves. Train, and be ready. It will not be long now."

"Old grievances. You will have to let them lie if we are to defeat the tyrant." "Our people are little skilled in war, at least like the ones you Gondorians fight. We can defend our islands well, many an army has found themselves trapped by the black mite of the swamps,"

"I just hope we aren't replacing one with another." "Good. That will become helpful at the time. Only a little longer now..."

"No worries there I assure you." "We men of the River have your alliegence. No longer will we be the pawns of the Gondorians, or any foreign oppressor, whoever they may be."

"Are you sure?" He nods and heads off with the medic.

"Very."