No one dared to question why, even after a long time of waiting in the food hall, King Zyren was still yet to arrive.
At first, talking was scarce, stifled beneath the heavy weight of uncertainty. But the longer time passed, the more it became obvious that he probably wasn't going to show up—yet still, no one dared to eat, fully aware of the consequences if he did appear.
It wasn't until everyone noticed Lord Drehk subtly send one of his guards off, only for the man to quickly return and lean down to whisper directly into his ear.
The other lords exchanged subtle glances, wondering what was happening—even if they couldn't bring themselves to ask Lord Drehk outright.
