"Your Dominion, I have more than two dozen names…"
Adala's statement set off a fresh wave of exclamations throughout the chamber as everyone from knights to barons or their young heirs found their voices at the same time.
"Who! Who else among my vassals has been targeted by this… this… extortionist!" Baron Tybal said, slamming a meaty fist into the table as his temper boiled over. He'd bowed down to the Inquisition's threats over the matter with Sir Nurin, in part, to shield the rest of his vassals from the Inquisition's questions.
But if Valeri Leufroy had been selling out anyone with whom he held a grudge, or anyone he wanted an advantage over in the race for spoils in the coming Holy War, then Tybal was certain that his knights and Loghlan Dunn's men would have been at the top of the list.
"I swear, I didn't do anything wrong," a young knight at the Saliou table told his red-faced wife. "Whatever they say about me, I swear, I would never do anything that would hurt you…"
