The disbelief, anger, and shock in the exclamations in the council chambers made Fergal screech anxiously. Niamh walked away from the table with the bird on her arm, smoothing his feathers and shielding him from the chaos with her body. Several council members blurted out their thoughts.
“That's impossible. Valun Breathnach is a loyal supporter of the king!"
“Loyal! There is nothing loyal about him, except his forces."
“Just because a noble Elf refused entry to a stranger doesn't mean he is hiding the King."
“We can't just march up to Breathnach's gate and demand our King when we don't know if he's there or not."
“No," Trajyr reasoned. “We cannot simply march in, but may I recommend paying Breathnach a visit, My Queen?"
“He'd be less likely to refuse to let you in," Aengus nodded.
