Thorne sat at the head of the table, jaw clenched tightly as he eyed the eleven councilmen who had gathered before him.
Were they expected? No.
But did they come unexpectedly? Yes.
It was an intervention, they said. And now, they all sat in their seats, shifting uncomfortably as if something was biting their buttocks.
Thorne's gaze flickered over each of them carefully before landing on the root of the problem, Lord Carter.
"An intervention? Tell me more," he said, leaning back against the chair.
"Forgive us, my king, for showing up without notice, but this matter has gone far enough that we can no longer sit still and watch," one of them began.
"Exactly! This matter is tearing us from within and causing a division in Obsidian. The longer we let this go on, the longer it will affect more than just Obsidian but the realm as a whole. We need to put a stop to this," another said.
Thorne nodded. "Since you've all come, I assume you know the matter at hand."
