Thala looked at the faces present in the mesting room. The atmosphere felt very heavy with tension as every man and woman listened with rapt attention. She stood at the head of the long table, her fingers rested against its worn surface. There was a heavy storm brewing behind her eyes and all present could see it. Around her, the room was filled more than it usually was when plans were discussed. Zephael stood closest at her right with his arms folded and his expression was like that of stone. The Lunaris warriors lined the sides, some seated, others stood at attention. The elders occupied the far end, they murmured quietly, but it slowly faded as Tahla finally lifted her gaze. They all waited patiently.
“Varek had failed once in his attempt at my life. That alone was enough to change ev
