At the edge of the square, a few inconspicuous Invokers were merging into the crowd of citizens.
They passed through the throng, moving forward, and only stopped halfway to look up towards the center of the square. On the high platform, the conversation between the Praetor and Duke Modkaesar had just come to an end, their voices carried far by the cold wind.
The people watched quietly as the rebels were brought out one by one, and the Invokers watched the scene as well. They turned to look at each other, faces hidden under hoods, with only eyes sparkling beneath the shadows.
Then the group lightly nodded to one another.
The Praetor stood on the high platform and responded: "It's ready."
Duke Modkaesar looked at the people below, seeing no familiar faces. The discourtesy from the Prime Minister's side was irksome, but he kept a stern face, knowing he could not align against the Royal Household.
