“Help me,” she whispered as they chasséd towards their next couple - some big nosed big wig from the Aberddu Merchants guild and a woman that definitely wasn't his wife. Immediately Freemonte's eyes widened and his grip tightened again. “Some thing's wrong.”
Before Freemonte could respond they were bowing to their new partners and Iona was being promenaded by the man with the large nose. It was several bars before they were close again, and Freemonte didn't take his eyes from Iona much to the disgust of the merchant's dance partner - a narrow faced lady with mousy brown curls - who was affronted by the lack of due attention. Once he had his hands on Iona again he hissed urgently,
“What's going on, tell me now.” Iona was so taken aback by his forcefulness that she summarised it very succi
