"Ren," Jack said softly, his voice carrying clearly beneath the roar of the clan. "Hand the chain to Skarl. I have no desire to watch an elven corpse soil my boots any longer."
Ren released the links with a metallic rattle. Skarl grabbed the iron collar's tether with a massive, clawed hand, hauling Morvana forward onto her knees with enough raw force to make the iron ring bite into the flesh of her throat.
The former queen let out a strangled, weeping gasp as she was dragged away toward the subterranean holding cells, her bare feet trailing two distinct lines through the red gravel.
Grom turned to Jack, inclining his head with quiet, profound respect. "The Great Hall waits, Kaiser. My brother has sat upon the iron seat since fifty sunrises ago, waiting for word of our fate."
They walked through the central thoroughfare of the stronghold.
