The prince stared at Aric, his gaze unwavering. He slowly bent on one knee. The eyes of his followers widened as they saw their master on one knee. Even if Aric was the one that saved them, their leader should not lower himself so.
"Master Aric, I, the prince of the Ohre tribe, offer myself to you. I'll serve you hereon after, if you help us kill the Terror," the prince said, his head bowed as he spoke.
"Young master, what are you saying?" the red Ogre stepped forward, asking, his fist clenched as he beheld this scene.
"We have no choice. Master Aric is willing to offer us a home and protection. It is the least we can do," the prince said.
"Your home is destroyed, and the Terror is out looking to wipe all of you away. Wouldn't it be better if you stayed here and we worked together?" Aric asked. He got up from his chair and walked to the prince. He stretched out his hand to the prince.
"Get up," he said calmly. The prince looked up and grabbed the hand. Aric pulled him up.
