Brunhilde looked at the pale face of her husband and took another cold compress. Arnold had been brave, trying to fight the organ harvesters.
And now, he was missing a finger. The ring had been returned by a dwarf with a slave rune, Brandon had told her.
But this was now personal.
Brunhilde had long since hated the organ harvesters. They were officially outlawed, but that did not stop them. Their patron was the king himself.
They had to go.
And so, as Brunhilde left her husband's bedside, she headed towards the meeting room in the sanctuary.
If Pan was invited, Pan, who had used a broom for a weapon, even though there had been heated metal roads in the room, then she deserved to be present as well.
She opened the door in one swift motion. The men and goblins inside turned to stare at her.
"How are we going to kill the king," Brunhilde had never believed that she should beat around the bush.