"I'm just glad they're still letting my Ritchel's banner fly, even if it is at the back of the hall," Odette said, wilting slightly under the pointed gaze from Aspakos and trying to ignore the implication that came along with it. Instead, she pushed back as much as she dared, looking nervously in the direction of the white banner at the back of the hall that stood in stark contrast to either of the banners flown by their conquerors.
Ritchel's glyph was simple, a few strokes to form a mountain and a final one to represent his horn sufficed. In ancient times, there had been more mountains on the banners of his predecessors, but now, simply holding on to one mountain at the highest point of the High Pass was an accomplishment for the dwindling clan.