The more Sybyll spoke, the more the people in the great hall found themselves drawn into her story. There wasn't any sorcery to it, nor any vampire gifts. Rather, it was the most human part of her that was on display, and almost everyone in the room found something about her tale to be deeply moving.
Not everyone, however, was able to put aside the recent hurts or the horrors they'd seen during the battle at the west gate plaza, and Sir Thorryn struggled to see the crimson-haired woman sitting atop the gilded throne as anything other than the demon knight who had cut down templars with her giant axe as though she were felling trees in the wilderness.
