Tommy turned his head for a bit, a bit shocked, "Yeah, because living under a king is a great thing to do..." he said mockingly, teasing at what Julian.  King might have been an overstatement, but he definitely would qualify as a warlord if he had a bigger force at his command.  Authoritative at best, authoritarian at worst, Julian did what he felt was the best for those who lived in the camp, even if it seemed counter-intuitive thus far.  Then again, even Tommy had to give him credit for his successes - with fewer people, they had accomplished a lot more than any other group.  "Nah, I like our position... all the benefits without being bossed around," he grinned.<br/><br/>The camp did run in good order, although now that order was beginning to slow as people gathered for the meal.  The hog was huge - much larger than anything back home - but just listening into the conversations freely shared, it had taken four of them to trap and kill it.  Tommy wondered if he and Valla - using their little magic they had - could take down such a beast.  He'd bet on them, but he'd never tell Valla that.  "Really?  You'd rather live here?"  It was a sudden outburst, as if the thought didn't fit in his mind and had been pushed out in rejection.  A few people turned their heads toward the two and their conversation, anxious to hear the answer.