Order had only just begun to restore itself to the Great Hall when Owain took the throne. At the tables of noblemen, those who had hidden under tables had returned to their seats, many of them doing their best to restore some semblance of propriety to their finery while a few did their best to conceal fresh wine stains. Others had rearranged themselves, placing the barons at the far end of the table with their knights occupying the seats closest to the aisle in order to offer a buffer against Ashlynn's forces.
No one knew what to expect next, but Owain's words landed on them like a bucket of frigid water drawn from the River Luath, reminding them all of how dangerous the recent raids had been. By now, everyone had heard about the losses the Dunns and the Hanrahans suffered before the Hanrahans went missing entirely…
Who would be next? And after what Lady Ashlynn had just done, would anyone who stood with her be able to call on the Inquisition for help facing the threat?
