Every eye in the Great Hall followed Ignatious as he stood from his seat at the Blackwell table and strode slowly toward the dais. There was a quiet dignity in the way that he moved, without haste or agitation, as if those things were beneath the mighty High Inquisitor.
When he arrived before Ashlynn, he stunned the crowd by kneeling once again. Only this time, he held the scabbard of his Holy Flame Blade in his hands, presenting the hilt of the weapon toward the Marchioness!
"Your Dominion," Ignatious said smoothly. "I have only one request. Can you show a measure of mercy to those who were led astray? Tonight has seen so much death already, and the night isn't over yet. Can you spare the ones who are little more than children, following the direction of their elders?"
