"Are there more traps?"
"Are we in danger?"
"What happened to Lady Cerys?"
"Where is she now? Why didn't she come back with you?"
"Is the boy hurt?"
"There are Inquisitors in Maeril. Should we send for one?"
Loghlan's explanation had triggered a wave of questions, many of which were reasonable, but it was the last one that sent a cold shiver down the baron's spine as he heard several people asking if they needed to fetch a priest to protect them from the demon's ancient witchcraft.
"Please," Loghlan said, holding his hands up again and calling for quiet. "Let me address your concerns. First and most importantly, you are all safe. The trap that caught Lady Cerys was ancient, and it's frankly a stroke of horrible luck that it was even still functional after all these years. The chances of there being another such trap in the area are very slim."
He let that sink in for a moment, allowing people to absorb the reassurance, before continuing.
