"Everyone," Ashlynn said, addressing the entire great hall. "I would like you to take out the gifts you received when you entered the hall," she told a surprised audience who had expected the announcement of the next minister. "Who among you was surprised by what you encountered in our little craft bazaar? Who is willing to share what you chose and why it surprised you?"
"I will," a crisp, masculine voice said as Sir Cynwrig stood up holding a dark brown tunic in his hands. "For those who may not know me," he said, quickly introducing himself. "My name is Cynwrig Stormbrook, and my village dyes close to a third of the wool that's shipped out of the Barony, or rather, the Protectorate of Dunn," he explained.
