The Morgain delegation left the hall together, Valttair at the head and the rest trailing him through the crowded passage toward the residential wing.
The news had already outrun them.
Trafalgar caught the mine in one conversation, the Council seal in the next, and guesses about what Vaelion had surrendered in a third. Nobody sounded sure, which had never stopped a noble from talking.
Maeron walked beside Seraphine without a word, while Lysandra kept a step back with Trafalgar and Helgar and Verena brought up the rear. Lesser nobles pressed back against the walls to let Valttair through until the family reached the quieter corridor kept for the Great Families.
