The lords of each hunter house were gathered together at Lord Elvane's estate, seated within the grand hall of his manor where thick stone walls and towering pillars spoke of wealth and authority.
Long banners bearing the crests of the hunter houses lined the walls, and a large oak table sat at the center of the hall, already cluttered with goblets of wine.
Lord Elvane stood at the head of the table, his presence commanding even in silence, while his son, Varret, stood a short distance behind him. Varret was the one who had been in direct contact with Aira, and it was for that reason he had been invited—ordered—to speak.
"She agreed to help us," Varret said, lowering his head in a respectful bow. "But in exchange, she wants the ritual we promised her first… before she considers handing anything over."
Barely had the words left his mouth when one of the lords snapped in anger.
"How insolent!"
