After they went out. Lord Sven called Twali, and whispered as the servant leaned closer to him, a whisper even Ned could hear: "Starting from now, I do not want any audiences."
Twali nodded and throw a confused look at Ned before shutting the door.
Ned leaned forward in anticipation. Anticipation he did not expect. The air went thick and heavy. But it didn't swirl around the room, instead, the ominous air was trying to get inside Ned. He could feel the presence of something unknown. Something was trying to bore their fangs at the very inside of Ned.
But Ned didn't bulge on his seat. He took a closer lean and said with his eyes looking at the city lord: "Whatever you are doing, it has no effect."
"Impossible," muttered Lord Sven. "Who are you, kid?"
"Nothing," Ned said. "And it seemed that you knew something about this." Ned tapped the almost vanishing resemblance of the Mark.
