Panic surged in Gwenyra's chest as she realized he was about to walk out. Without thinking, she reached out, her hand grasping his sleeve.
When Ivan's eyes swung back toward her, Gwenyra felt a chill run down her spine, as if he might strike her down right then and there. Instinctively, she yanked her hand back.
"M–My apologies."
"..."
"Just a minute, please," Gwenyra asked again, this time forcing herself to meet his cold gaze.
Ivan turned around. Though he wasn't making a move to sit down, he gave her the time she'd requested.
Gwenyra shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny but rose to her feet, bracing herself.
"I–I heard," she began, her voice faltering for a moment, "that men from Camelot are being called to enroll in the army. I've also received letters from neighboring towns… they're all saying the same thing."