"Lancet."
Romsgard's voice cut through the murmuring hall, and when Lancet turned to face him, he looked proper annoyed. His bearded jaw was set in a line that suggested his patience was thinning.
"Explain yourself."
Lancet paused. He looked at Verdrak, who was staring at him with undisguised spite, then he looked at the king again. Lancet decided to forget about the gray-bearded Council Member for now. There would be time for that later.
"Before we say anything, your Majesty," he said, raising his hands to show the Gracebreakers bound tight against his wrists. "This is not right. You have some of the Heroes of this world who defended and died for the sake of every soul in this room bound like the worst criminals."
He let the words hang in the air. "Please, if you want a civil discussion or interrogation, take off the Gracebreakers."
The silence that followed was heavy.
