It didn't take long for Sir Prudici to clear the halls and station his men at the far ends of the corridors leading to the Great Hall, and as much as Rhys wanted to give Breton time to enjoy a hot meal after coming in from the cold, he'd run out of time.
Baron Domenec Hender wasn't the only one who'd started putting the pieces together. More and more of the conversations taking place at the lower tables had begun to turn from casual reunion to serious speculation, and the more people speculated, the more fears and worries were bred in their hearts and minds. The reality of their situation would be hard enough to face, and the truth was more fantastical than anything they could conjure. Better to focus on those than flounder in the choppy waters of rumors and wild ideas.
