Ashlynn shook her head as she listened to the conversation between Sir Garrik and Owain. Perhaps the men didn't realize that she could hear them over the din of the brawl and from so far away, but even if they thought their conversation went unnoticed, it did nothing to excuse their conduct.
Owain intended to humble his allies. He couldn't understand how helping others rise up would, in return, help him rise. Left to his own devices, he would be the tallest man in the march because he would keep everyone else on their knees.
For a moment, Ashlynn's hand drifted to the hilt of Water's Edge. She could put an end to all of this now with one clean stroke of the sword… Except that she couldn't. Not yet. Not if she wanted to rule over anything but ashes after this ended.
