A sea of people had gathered before the gates of the Sapphite Tower.
Adventurers, merchants, craftsmen, and ordinary citizens stood shoulder to shoulder.
Many had lost friends and family in the Red Gala. Yet they had all come. They had come to hear their Known Lord speak.
Emily Damon stood on the steps before the Tower, dressed in white robes. It had been a week since the massacre. Her face was still pale from the injuries she had sustained, and her movements were somewhat stiff. But her back was straight, and her gaze was unwavering.
She looked over the crowd. For a long moment, she said nothing. She took a quiet breath and finally began.
"People of Davos."
Her voice carried across the square, reaching every corner. Her address was also being broadcast to the rest of the city.
