Chapter 89: What's 7 feet tall with Antlers?

It was the end of summer and the afternoon sun threw a shadow over the stands and onto the field where Gisael and Sakaala talked with the adjudicator.

The Duke of Dawnharbour peered down at the Red team led who were making their way to their starting position. "Why are the forestfolk delaying?"

He received no answer from his aide, and he looked to Alejo. "Bluecloak do you know what the delay is?"

"No sire, I can only guess."

"Guess then," the Chancellor said. His tone was disrespectful, and the young Duke glanced at him before taking a sip of his wine.

"We can wait a moment," the duke said. "Alejo if they delay further can you jump down and get things moving for us please?"

"Yes my duke, I await your command."

The Chancellor bristled. "It's probably the bird. Something about it is unnatural."

The bird flapped its wings and a ton of dust blew through the adjudicators and into the stands as it took to the air.