When Morena stepped back into the hall, a few eyes drifted in her direction, as they had ones before. Some gazes slid over her with feigned indifference, others lingered a moment longer, as if looking for a reaction.
But Morena paid no attention to any of them; instead, she walked past the crowds that had gathered, brushing against the next in line, and returned to her table.
Morena let her gaze sweep the room. Carrow returned from his turn sweating through the collar, lips pressed so tight they almost vanished. The Estholm twins were broken up and forced to go in one at a time; it was something neither of them liked, but they complied nonetheless.
They walked back in together, muttering complaints to each other as they found a corner to sit in. Marset held a conversation with others, loudly chatting away in the hall with forced laughter, but it was clear that the man held his reserve.
