Tristan listened, but he felt detached. Every idea he had had was spoken before the words could reach his mouth. They were all going to think he was useless. It was no way to represent the Feather Guard, let alone the Eagle Riders. If his father was here he would be at the centre of the discussions, not sitting quietly in the background.
The talk droned on about barricades and tunnels, but Tristan could not help but think it would be easy for the Brathadair to block them in from both sides and kill them all. Unless they could not cross the river—that would leave an escape route from the caves. The idea began to grow and Tristan thought it over, ignoring the rest of the conversation as he did so. Then he spoke, not caring who he interrupted. It was about time he was given a chance to speak
