I close my eyes and whisper: “Lianthorne.” Immediately, there’s a ripple of movement through the crowd. The next moment, my heart stops as I hear a familiar voice shouting: “Get out! Get out of my room, you gods-blighted, damnable oglers! If I spy even one of your objectionable faces within twenty feet of me in the next five seconds, I’ll start setting Noswraiths loose, so help me! Now, will you kindly make way for my wife?”
