Yvaine touched his arm, urging him to take a seat.
Janus now understood how Grotash could go into a frenzy. He was seeing red, perhaps even the color of his face followed.
"It's okay. We're here to make a deal, aren't we Lord Mikaeus?" Yvaine said.
The Lord nodded. "Indeed. Don't get me wrong, I am loyal to the crown as much as any of the other nobles, but I have a gut feeling that they're taking the wrong side. I had a ringing suspicion that Anders and Marcus were not the best candidates to root for, that there is another one further in the west, amassing power slowly. That is why I came."
Janus sat down, regaining some of the air in his lungs.
Mikaeus continued. "I share part of the blame in that outburst for not being clear, I do apologize my lady, and also to you,
