Now that Loman Lothian had been dealt with, Sybyll wasted little time in collecting Ian Hanrahan and his son. Both men had watched in silent horror as Sybyll's court sat in judgment of the influential Lothian Lord. The sight of her brutally disfiguring him and tearing his arm from his body replayed in their minds over and over again as she bodily dragged Ian Hanrahan down multiple flights of stone steps in what had once been his own keep until she reached the narrow row of cells that comprised the castle's dungeon.
Torches burned brightly in the damp, cramped space, but they did little to repel the chill in the air, as if no amount of fire could ever bring real warmth to such a dreadful place. Still, the soldiers of the Second Army knew their craft, and they'd made careful preparations at Sybyll's orders while she dealt with Loman Lothian, and now, Sybyll had everything she needed to conclude her 'reunion' with her cousin, Ian.
