The streets of Summerhold were packed, buzzing with the confusion of the proclamations. The citizens were still processing what they'd just heard, and Thorn wanted to be in control of the conclusion they came to.
And so, he walked with an easy swagger, leading the way through the thick crowd, cutting through knots of muttering pedestrians.
Traffic was a bit slow, but it was easier for him to cut through it. And with every step he took, his coat flared around his ankles dramatically.
Behind him, Elias and Valen followed closely, scanning the crowds for any signs of trouble.
"You sure you're ready for this?" Elias asked, a touch of concern in his voice as he pushed through a group of traders arguing over if the King was in the right.
Thorn shot him a grin over his shoulder. "I'm fine enough for this, Eli."
"You sure?" Elias pressed. "You were barely conscious three days ago."
Thorn chuckled, waving a hand carelessly. "Bah. What's life without a little risk?"
