"What the eyes don't see, the heart will. But let the mouth not speak all that the ears hear."
The voice of the priestess echoed from inside the cave, low at first, then spreading like thunder rolling from a hidden mountain. It wasn't a greeting, it was a warning.
The men had finally arrived at the ritual ground. It was their first act to open the tournament as the council had suggested since it was believed that choosing a bride like this always led to disaster and lost children. The council decided to offer prayers that even after it, there would be no loss anymore.
It was their belief, but not for Rhane.
Rhane didn't believe any of it. The life he had lived made him very aware of things and people around him. Priestesses, shamans, and seers had twisted their words and prophecy at the sight of wealth and riches.
