“Yes, my lord.”
“Why is she here?”
“Why? Well, I thought you'd sent for her, my lord.” Zodack sounded confused.
“I didn't send for anyone!” The High Lord barked his annoyance.
I stepped over to Zodack, he leaned toward me, and I whispered into his ear. “I'm Tremayne's witness.” I chugged back to my spot in line.
Zodack nodded, straightened and said, “She is here as his witness, my lord.”
“Witness?”
“This is what she says.” Zodack wasn't helping me much.
“Very well,” The High Lord gasped as though bored out of his gourd. “Let's get to the proceedings. Before we dismiss for the day, we have the request from region five to place a blood fountain there,” he muttered as an aside.
The same young man read from the parchment, “The Watchers report taken directly from chief investigator num
