Chapter Twenty-one (7)

On Other-side, a large fortress stood out in the snow storm. Inside was a well lit hall. There, a gathering of mostly men sat in silence. The tension in the hall was thick. One could feel the heartbeats of everyone in the room racing. Some had solemn expressions, some looked genuinely scared. A man walked in completely covered in fur to keep out the cold.

His foots steps approaching the long table, was like an arrow through the hearts of some of those present. The man sat, then looked round the faces of all present.

"Who gave that idiot my city to look after?" the man asked darkly and those in the hall paused.

"That is not the problem at the moment, chief. The idiot is dead, but we have lost the vitality of the spirit vein. We must find a way to resolve this." one of the elders spoke up, he looked to be the eldest there. His words caused them all to go solemn.

" This is already very suspicious. What kind of fire could burn for a day before going out?"