Hadubrand steps forward with signs of deep thought on his face.

“Brothers, warriors, men off all Germanic tribes. No true people would be able to abandon there brothers. Peoples of the south might be able to do so but there not true men trust me I know….

I also vote we support our Bastarnoz brothers. Any Samânónz tribesmen should do so.
But I warn you from overconfident actions. The horsemen of the east are fierce warriors and in the ocean of grass there almost undefeatable. One can’t just walk into there lands… I have heard many tales of vast armies who went out to challenge these horsemen … and none returned.

If we are to march to war against these centaurs then we must be prepared …. we must gather all Skutjonez (Spelling? - archers) and warriors from the tribes and if possible we should also take foreign men who sell themselves out as mercenaries and use them as arrow –fodder. Rather should they die under the hails of arrows the eastern horsemen darken the sky with then our german warriors".

Hadubrand steps back among the Samânónz to see what reaction the Thengoz will give to his words.