Diarmuid would have loved nothing more than to continue peppering Sir Ollie with questions. Or, failing that, to sit in his room for the next several days, praying for guidance while he worked through the revelations he'd been buffeted by since Dame Sybyll's attack on Hanrahan Town.
But the setting sun heralded the most important event yet, a gathering of the leadership of the Vale of Mists along with their most notable 'guests.' As much as Diarmuid might want to hole up in his chambers until he could restore his sense of internal equilibrium, however, he knew that tonight's dinner wasn't one he could afford to miss.
"It's fine to be a bit overwhelmed," Ollie said as he guided the Inquisitor deep into the tunnels where the ancient fortress burrowed into the face of the cliff behind the original structure to create chambers that had never seen the light of day, and never would.
