Chapter 36: The Plea and the Feast
The evening air carried a weight of unease, thick with the scent of burning torches and the distant aroma of freshly baked bread from the village market. A hush fell over the crowd as all eyes turned to Brian and the arch-seer, the tension between them crackling like static in the air.
The arch-seer's piercing gaze locked onto Brian, his voice calm yet edged with suspicion.
"What exactly is coming, Sir Brian?"
Brian hesitated. He could feel the weight of the villagers' eyes, their whispered fears coiling through the crowd like restless spirits. Some clung to their loved ones, others gripped their weapons as if expecting danger to leap from the shadows at any moment.
He swallowed hard. I can't tell them. Not yet.
"I'll explain later," Brian said, lowering his voice. "I don't want to cause panic."
The arch-seer's brow furrowed, but after a long pause, he gave a slight nod.
"Very well."
