I, along with Vilskapa and Valhugr, was currently in the Chief's room—one that I had recently and politely requested be equipped and converted into my personal office.
Seated in a finely crafted chair with soft, comfortable cushioning, I rested behind a massive, polished table. Placing my clasped hands on the surface before me, I began to speak in a low but steady voice.
"I want to know what possessed you all," I said slowly, letting the weight of my words sink in, "and made you attempt to eliminate Master Raven and me."
The two Nor-dwarves flinched at my accusation, exchanging quick, uneasy glances between themselves.
I had my suspicions from the very beginning, but everything became clear once we returned from the mission. Valhugr and Vilskapa had been visibly unsettled from the moment we stepped back into the village. It was now apparent—they had sent us into that cave as an offering to the Kaiserfoot, fully expecting that we would perish in the clash.
