No one cared about Xiuwolf's death.
Haken and the others would not speak of it, and Vidor would not ask.
After all, once Xiuwolf died, all his property, his wife, and even his daughter belonged to Vidor.
To celebrate Jon's ascent of Hidden Fire Peak and his safe return, Vidor held a grand feast.
Vidor's feast could hardly be called lavish—just some boiled meat, wild vegetables, and fruit.
Yet seated in the place of honor was Jon, with a moon painted on his forehead and a fierce hound painted across his body.
After returning from Hidden Fire Peak, the elders and representatives of the other tribes now looked at Jon with reverence.
Such a formidable man had already proven both his strength and wisdom.
There could be no problem entrusting their tribe's warriors to him.
Thus, everyone began offering their sincerity.
Cheek was the first to rise and speak:
"Our Mistmen Tribe will provide Lord Jon with three hundred warriors!"
"Our Howling Mountain Tribe will provide Lord Jon with two hundred and forty warriors!"
"Our Cut Creek Tribe will provide Lord Jon with four hundred warriors!"
"..."
Before long, the Mountain Clans tribes that had yet to join the Lannisters had assembled an army of over two thousand men for Jon.
Jon knew full well that these tribes fought and killed each other constantly. It would take no small amount of effort to forge these two thousand men into a unified force.
But that was not a major problem for him.
He only needed to lay down a few rules, reward and punish fairly, and establish discipline.
Then, after some "team culture building," he could initially turn them into a single whole.
Of course, the most important thing was to lead them to victory.
There was no cohesion problem that