“Am I, Olmsted?” Rozmin stared straight back at the man, undaunted by his place in the guild, or his own personal attempt at interrupting proceedings. “If I am talking rubbish, then why do we have the same message but from two other sources? Sources that are completely different.” A rumble of interest mingled with not a little surprise reverberated about the room. Nobody had had a chance to learn of this, so preoccupied had they been with preparing themselves for the gathering. “We have had messages from both the Order of Life and the Order of Water, saying exactly the same thing. They both believe that there is trouble brewing across the plains, and that we would be wise to oppose it. Not for our own personal glory, but because in the western Duchies innocent people are being slaughtered
