Rhydian;
The silence after Avaren's words presses into me like a threat… rather than a warning.
I blink at him, and although my eyes are on him, everything clashes behind my eyes.
Witches, beastmen, the massacres… The promise he claims my father made.
I look away from Avaren, unsure of what to say, or if even speak. They may be less than us in number, but what they lack in number, they have in strength. Their attack on Gravemaw was just the tip of the iceberg of how powerful they are…how destructive they can be. So…If he's saying…that they plan to wage war on us—Then I'm afraid he's right.
Our people would suffer more.
Igma quietly sits back in her seat, and I blink at her. Her knee is bouncing continuously. She's worried, but she says nothing.
