Johamma stood beside Jolthar, and Cleora was standing behind Jolthar. They were all now looking at the man.
"Well, well," Lodawg called down, his voice carrying an aristocratic drawl. "What a fortuitous gathering. The Lady Johamma, her dear grandson, and Baroness Cleora."
His eyes fixed on Jolthar, narrowing slightly.
Jolthar was staring at him with a distant look. He could tell that man and the black dragon; they were both dangerous, and judging by the way he talked, he must have come here to meet them, and the earlier smoke must have been a signal for him.
But why would a member of the clan help Naemarys, who had now become the enemy of the Kaezhlar?
If they wanted Johamma, they would have had her while she was coming to the barony, but they revealed their intentions right after meeting Jolthar.
It was clear to him that they had come for him.
The two people who held the knives were now struggling on the ground, still suppressed by Jolthar.
