“Are you sure?” a male voice asked. “Perhaps we should help her back to her room...”
“I think it’s best if she stays where she is for the time being, until she settles down. Good night.”
Snowfire ducked back inside his chambers with an air of dismissal. Barlo heard a low muttering on the other side of the door flap, but a moment later, the hallway was quiet once more.
Iarion met Barlo’s gaze and stepped back to stand in front of the entrance to Snowfire’s private chambers with his knife held low. Barlo slid between Snowfire and the door flap to the hallway. The familiar wooden haft of his ax was firm in his hands.
Snowfire looked from Barlo to Iarion and back again with a resigned expression.
“I already told you, what happened to Brightmoon was an accident.” His voice was calm. “I was
