Thessa's eyes narrowed at the man's body, then shifted to Seralyn.
"Are you hurt?"
Seralyn shook her head, still trembling.
"N-no…"
"We should tie him up," Marla said, already pulling ropes from her pocket.
Thessa blinked. "Why — why do you have ropes in your pocket?"
Marla shrugged, as if it were obvious. "You carry potions. I carry ropes. Everyone has their thing."
Thessa stared at her.
"…That is not the same thing."
Marla was already kneeling beside the unconscious wolf, looping rope around his wrists. "Well, mine is useful right now, isn't it?"
Thessa opened her mouth, then closed it and sighed.
"…I guess you're right."
....
After the war council dispersed, tension still clung to the air.
Dain had been devastated especially since the assassin who had murdered his brother had committed suicide.
But the question still lingered. A traitor was in his council.
Thornak stayed at the long table, his hands tight on the edge.
