Crescent Moon Faction main hall.
Grey and the others were led inside after walking through the snow-covered streets of the Faction. Curious stares followed them from every direction. Visitors were uncommon in this isolated small world, and a group that included both Grey Dawson and a small black cat drew more attention than most. Some of the younger disciples whispered among themselves as the group passed, while a few of the older members simply watched in silence, measuring the newcomers with experienced eyes.
Inside the hall an elderly woman with fully gray hair and a deeply wrinkled face sat in the central seat. Several other women occupied the seats arranged along both sides, each carrying the quiet, steady presence of high-level experts. The air in the hall was cool and still, scented faintly with ice and old wood.
Suzanne stepped forward and gestured toward Grey. "Grey is here."
