CHAPTER 63Adroyan’s voice, loaded with the sound of the Diirredyn, filled the room like an icy wind.
Everyone turned towards him, startled.
Everyone except Esyal who, in one single move, swept up a long knife that was lying on the table, and moved straight towards him. Her response was so swift that Josyff had no chance to remonstrate with her, although, somewhat to his surprise, bewilderment filled him.
What was she doing? Whatever else he might be, Adroyan was a big man, and he carried himself well. Hurt him, Esyal might well, but kill him? Unlikely with such a full-frontal and seemingly reckless charge.
And indeed Adroyan made no attempt to avoid her. Instead he extended his arm and hissed, {“Stay where you are, Warrior!”}
The venom and disdain in the word “warrior” made Josyff’s f
