"You guys should leave."
The clerics stiffened, probably about to protest.
"No arguing. Just do as I say," she added. She sensed their unwillingness – she wouldn't admit enjoying their devotion – but they wouldn't be much of a help, not against the three before him.
She didn't turn towards them, though she did keep an eye out for any sudden movements from her opponents. They, however, allowed the clerics to leave, which made sense in a way.
The clerics wouldn't affect anything. Without Althea, even the High Temple wouldn't be able to stop Orosol. Not even the High Altar, despite her status as the strongest person alive.
Elron smiled and whistled, awaiting her move with patience. His strings weren't joined to her, yet she knew he wasn't worried or scared. From the very beginning, in Grindeston, he never seemed flustered.
'Everything is a game to him. As long as he is entertained, he doesn't care about anything else.'
