Jehar were suddenly circling Krelis, swords half-drawn from scabbards. Krelis froze. ‘Sit. Down,’ Nathair commanded. Krelis just stood, glaring rage at Nathair. ‘My da was slain,’ he growled. ‘Please, Krelis,’ a voice said–Veradis. ‘Please, brother, take your seat.’ And slowly, with a final glower, Krelis did. ‘I could have you executed for treason,’ Nathair repeated, holding Krelis’ gaze, daring him to move. Krelis didn’t. ‘But I won’t. I want peace in my realm, order, trust in those ruling so that I may focus on the real task at hand. The defeat of the Black Sun. What we are discussing is
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