For a moment, Liam looked around the table and did his best not to sigh. There was a part of him that wanted to insist… to at least send away Eira and Cadeyrn, but… His father insisted, and Liam respected him too much to rebel any more than he already had.
"Very well," Liam said. "Sir Ollie, can you do us the favor of securing the tent?"
"Easily," Ollie said, drawing Frost Fang from his hip and pressing two fingers of his left hand to the blade while his right hand held it parallel to the ground. "Frost covered walls, make still all sounds."
Across the table, Sir Brennus had just begun to marvel at the strange blade that looked like it had been carved from ivory and bone when Ollie's words were followed by a sudden gust of cold wind that swirled around the tent.
