There were a few of them in the people, and they came as soon as Jolthar gave the order.
He paused, letting his gaze sweep across the faces of everyone present—the grateful people, the merchants and travelers who had been caught up in the day's events.
"Let this be an example," Jolthar continued, his words carrying the weight of law and judgment. "Let everyone who passes through these gates know what happens to those who covet what is mine. Tekkora and its people are under my protection. Anyone who threatens them will face the same fate, regardless of their title, their power, or the realm they come from."
His voice was loud and low-pitched, sounding like a boom across the square.
Every one of them felt it like a wave crashing over them.
Cleora pursed her lips, watching him while Nora was staring at him with a hardened expression. She didn't like the way he solved the issue. She thought that he shouldn't have killed the half-elf woman, bringing in a deity's wrath.
