Two Rivers Isle jinro

The young woman bowed to him and Ulrich couldn't help the discomfort he felt. Please, there's... no need for that, he said. He remembered Makan, who had nearly gone belly-up in his need to show that he meant no harm, and he didn't need a repeat of that.

Ulrich sighed quietly at her words. It seemed the isle had become a refuge for those with nowhere else to go. He could not make up his mind about whether or not he liked that. He was glad that those who joined seemed to trust him enough to stay, but what if something dire happened? Would silent little Makan and this quiet, subservient woman help if he needed soldiers in a fight? Did they even know how to fight. He prayed he would never have to find out. But he would not turn anyone away, if he could help it. That was something his previous king would have done, and he wanted nothing to do with that man.

This can be your home, if you wish it, he told her. I am Ulrich. My wife, Adylaide, and I run this small pack. If you join the Isle, you will be expected to work. You will hunt and fight when necessary, but otherwise your work will be whatever you want it to be--whatever you excel at. He paused, trying to think of what else to add. Adylaide and I are your leaders, but you are also our equals. Your voice matters here. Do you understand?