Chapter 13
In little time, the main hall had been transformed into a ballroom. Minstrels played near the dais while couples from New Lilinar danced. Their movement made the candles in wall sconces flicker but with so much light no shadows moved over the stone walls. Steigan and Martias stood near a corner with several townspeople around them.
“...and then Sapere Martias starts throwing his fist in the air and stomping his foot, but that poor dominus kept getting hit in the face with his tail,” Nalorn, the baker from New Lilinar, said with a chuckle.
Martias choked with laughter, trying to beg Nalorn to stop the tale, but the words weren't coming out coherently.
Sapere Petor drifted over to them. “That was quite the performance, Sapere Martias.”
Martias put a hand on Petor's shoulder,
