The atmosphere had suddenly turned tense, but in an entirely different way. Even the Xyrrh and their slaves could only stand like statues and watch as things played out.
No one could have expected things to take on such a dramatic and changed tone.
Drakira swallowed. "Why do you question me? I'm only a single person. Ask Skolvar, he was the one that pulled the others!"
Galthor gave her a strange look, then turned to Lord Doveling. "So your new employers did not tell you?"
Drakira frowned and looked at Lord Doveling. "What? Tell me what?"
"Skolvar is dead."
This time she not only flinched, she swayed as if she'd been hit by something. "What? How?"
"I killed him," Galthor returned flatly. "That was his punishment for what he did."
Suddenly all the anger leaked out of Drakira, replaced by coldness. She took several steps back and shivered. "But... but... the tribe... the chief was dead."
