"If they deserve it."
"Then I say they don't," Skagg proclaimed with a snort. "Especially from you, Bodb Derg. Give them to us."
The prince turned to Eahn. "What say you, Northern Thorn? I leave this choice in your hands."
Every eye in the room turned to the elven farmer, whose face went slack. Aramina's hold on Raori's hand tightened. She whimpered almost inaudibly. Finnbhear did not miss the complete look of fear she wore.
Neither did Eahn, who seemed to relish it with a gleam in his eye. Dragging the moment on, he leaned back in his chair and looked upward. Even the dwarf looked on edge, waiting for his leader's decision.
Despite his outward appearance of calculation, Eahn’s mind was in turmoil. Maybe we should go with the sorcerers, he thought, for the last thing The Six needed wa
