A large group of people walked into the hall over the main aisle that led between the two halves of the public stands. Backlit by the glare of sunlight from outside, it was hard to see who they were, but the first were all guards dressed in sleek, dark grey, modern gear. Ellisandra couldn’t see their faces because they wore helmets, but by their shapes and sizes, these were definitely not locals.
Following them were a varied group of people young and old, some of whom wore traditional Mirani clothing. With a shock she recognised Vayra at the front, dressed as Endri, as well as the man he had introduced as his father. Except he had washed the black dye out of his hair. It was now white, Endri white. And his eyes were no longer black but Endri light blue. No doubt remained in her mind that
