After leaving the tent, Big Babylon, at Old Zak's instruction, began spreading throughout the tribe the heroic tale of Allen single-handedly holding off the Earth Dragon Legion, including Dina's identity as a Descendant of Titan Bloodline.
The barbarians of the Wasteland especially respected the strong, particularly warriors like Allen, who had crippled a Templar Knight and still escaped unharmed while surrounded by ascetics and legion soldiers.
Not only did barbarians respect the strong, they also cared greatly about saving face. Although the Bloody Hoof Tribe was already so poor that even rats would shed two tears upon entering.
Old Zak still personally slaughtered the few remaining Shalu Beasts in the tribe, though they were as skinny as mongrels and barely had any meat on them.
Under the chieftain's lead, the tribesmen warmly entertained Allen and Dina, even using up the last three barrels of barley wine in the camp.
Allen did not really understand what the Winter Moon represented. Carefree as ever, he sat by the bonfire, eating and drinking with these hospitable barbarians.
As for the Winter Moon, that was Old Zak's concern. The other tribesmen only needed to properly entertain the first guests in the Bloody Hoof Tribe's history. Dina did not count; as a Descendant of Titan Bloodline, she was one of their own, even if she was mixed-blood.
With a belly full of dirty jokes, Allen quickly won over the tribesmen. The barbarians, listening as though they had personally witnessed every vivid tale, all gathered around him to hear his bawdy stories.
The equally honest and straightforward barbarians also earned Allen's favor.
As the star of the feast, Allen could not withstand the persistent pestering of the eager tribesmen. One after another, he accepted wrestling challenges from the younger generation of barbarians led by Big Babylon.