Lecherous King

[Fallon’s POV]

I take in the land around me, trying to decide whether or not this is actually a good idea. Scattering the beach are posts with skulls of those I was sure crossed the Ave tribe. Beneath them, the sand is stained red, and the remains of the bodies that accompanied the skulls still remain.

"Savage bastards, aren’t they?" Uncle Ramone chuckles, coming to stand beside me. "It’s a good thing that we aren’t their enemy."

"Are they really that dangerous?" I ask, still feeling uneasy. "If that’s the case, why do we associate with them? Doesn’t that make us look just as bad?"

"Not really," he shrugs, seeming truly unphased by all of this. "They have to do what they have to do to survive. It’s the same with us; we just don’t use the bodies of our enemies as decorations."

Frowning, I consider his words. I guess he was right, but that didn’t mean that I felt any better about what I was seeing.

"Anyway, instead of just standing here, shouldn’t we get moving?"

As he speaks, Uncle Ram