Finn didn't smile back. He simply stared blankly and began openly assessing, sizing him up for a situation where he might have to kill him.
"Gentlemen, ladies." An Archon entered — the King of Velanthir himself, Finn realized. "Thank you for answering the call."
Everyone found seats. The tent had been arranged with a central table covered in maps and reports.
Finn deliberately positioned himself where he could see both the Ferox delegation and the entrance. Deacon sat beside him. Thalia took a position of authority near the Archon.
The last two arrivals slipped in quietly.
Ailin, who nodded to Finn briefly before taking a seat.
And a tall, lean man with the bearing of a long-distance traveler. His eyes swept the room, cataloging exits, and Finn recognized a kindred strategic mind.
"Tavian," the man introduced himself to those nearby. "Passage bearer. Kingdom of Meridane."
The Archon cleared his throat and began after everyone was settled:
