The Goltbred estate's dining hall smelled of food and drink while looking like the sort of battlefield meeting one would expect to find happening just before a major push in the Descent. Because thanks to *somebody*, the smaller celebration feast had grown well beyond its original scope. Yatrel had planned a 'modest' family gathering for Qatrand's recognition, with a limited guest list…
'This is now a small summit of unexpected and unwelcome guests.'
Old heroes, old family elder, young disciples, and a young Yecine she was not as sure about as her daughter-in-law was. Navuill seemed every bit of 'stick in the mud' waiting to get stuck in it permanently, to her. Which is something she would definitely oblige if she learned the cousin was here to make trouble.
