Capítulo 66: The Power of Heresy

When the captives finally entered the hall, they had changed out of their rough forest wear or cloth armor and donned simple breeches and undyed wool tunics that were as well made or better than anything they'd worn at home. 

Seeing the darkening room, the men clustered closer together, pushing Daithi forward as the official 'spokesman' of the group. 

"Please, be seated," Ashlynn said, gesturing at the long table. "We're still waiting for one more person," she added, pointing at the chair to the left of her own seat at the head of the table. "Daithi, if you'd like, you can sit to my right." 

"Thank you, your ladyship," the soldier said awkwardly. 

Everyone moved awkwardly, the heels of their boots echoing off the ancient stone floors as they walked toward the heavy oak table near the hearth. Some wondered if this was going to be their last meal while others wondered if they were about to be treated to some form of gruesome demon delicacy.