For a moment, Recared's argument almost worked. Several heads at the High Table tilted in consideration, and a few people even clasped their hands while whispering a brief prayer.
Baron Rundle shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the reminder of all the Inquisition did to protect the people of the march. As one of the 'barons of the interior', there was a buffer between his lands and any real threat. With Baron Aleese to the south and Baron Hanrahan to the west, his home hadn't faced the threat of a demon raid since he'd been a young boy.
Perhaps… Perhaps the Abbot was right that men like him, men who had grown complacent about the threat beyond their city walls, needed a bit of pressure to remember that the fight wasn't over yet.
