Later that night, members of Dragonhold were gathered around a long table, and on that table was a large spread of food, fruits and wine fit for royalty.
This was one of the few things the gods provided the participating champions in this dimension. Timely and bountiful food at the right intervals.
It appeared without ceremony, set and ready, and nobody questioned how.
The Ravens Grave members sat together on one side. The guild captains, except Elena, sat on the other length of the table.
When the plates had been cleared and the cups were mostly empty, Oberon stood.
The table went quiet as he reached into his coat and produced a folded note, then turned toward Katherine at the far end of the table. "We received this reply from the gods not long ago," he said. "This is the answer to the question you asked earlier."
He opened it and read aloud.
