Shera didn't slow as he guided me deeper into the hall. The flow of conversation bent subtly around him, not stopping, but adjusting all the same. Though I did not miss any of it. My ears were hearing all that was being said. But everyone was civilised and tight lipped.
He stopped beside a pair of Ferans standing together near one of the inner pillars.
They were nothing alike.
One was broad and thick-limbed, his body carrying the dense, grounded presence of the bull tribes. His horns curved outward and forward, polished but scarred, and the pressure around him was heavy rather than sharp. The other stood slightly behind him, leaner, feathers lining his arms and shoulders, avian features blended into a mostly humanoid frame. His eyes were keen, constantly moving, missing nothing.
"General Korvath of the Stonehorns," Shera said first, gesturing to the bull-tribe Feran. "And General Sareth of the Skyrock."
