Ahasif was worried. In fact he doubted he'd ever felt this unease, and worry as he did now. Mind you that being council to Murat was no bed of roses. And he'd experienced some teenage years of great turmoil.
Now this was fear. For whatever transpired behind those doors would shape the course of the future of Zazaar. He knew this with great incertitude.
He could still hear the explosion of voices, and shouting. Its been hours since they began, far longer than even he had anticipated. As Chief Council to the king, Ahasif had not been permitted within the Elders Chamber. Chanteel had entered alone and would stand alone as she faced the most prominent force in Zazaar.
Ahasif didn't like uncertainty. His responsibilities as Chief Council allowed him to predict and prevent even the most unfor
