Wasted~
Seth Callan
Duff Hall, Aleron
Midmoon, 4415
Forty of Aleron’s forty-and-eight voting lords and ladies flocked to Duff Hall when their Chief of Chiefs called. Only two months after the conclave, seated at rows of long tables, they talked and waited. Peak growing season was time better spent at their estates, but no one questioned the call. No one complained.
Adan Tavish commanded that kind of respect.
Adan sat at the head table in the same pristine white room where Walter had abdicated more than a decade before. Seth watched the man who’d led the Hawks for as long as he could remember, wondering what urgent business made him bypass his Second in sending out the call.
Adan’s eyes were tired and sunken, his face gaunt. He raised his hand for quiet.
“My Hawks, my friends,” he g
