"Indeed I could, but I would almost surely have an army after my head if I decided to 'jump the border'," replied Zhao to Meili.
As the roaring of them men returned as it did before Zhao's entrance, he could not help but feel the urge to decapitate these people. They stood before the expansion of the Hegemon King. But something held him back, and it wasn't the fact that he was outnumbered and an obviously inferior combatant compared to Weiqi. Zhao decided that is was most definitely not the foreigner so-called "Weiqi" for his speech was lacking polish and... well, overall intelligence. But perhaps it was the girl who, while sided with the brute, demonstrated an ability to soothe the hostile nature of the foreigner and reach out to Zhao's soul like no other could do now.
Zhao rose his cup of ale.
"May your ruler and his kingdom enjoy great prosperity, and as officers may we find glory on the battlefield."
Silence. It had overcome the men as they looked over at Zhao then looked over at Weiqi. Weiqi began to chew on the inside of his cheek for a moment as he looked at Zhao. He then gained a huge grin upon his face and grasped his mug and raised it into the air and cheered. With that the rest of the men did the same. Even the young girl, Meili, grabbed a cup of alcohol which she was yet to touch and raised it into the air. "May we all find peace in this time of chaos!" she added.