ELRETH
Elreth sat, tense, in her chair, waiting for the response from the elders. Would they ultimately advise her to allow the bigots to determine their course here? Or would they all stand together and point a new way forward.
Most of them regarded her thoughtfully, and she remembered her father's advice to let them challenge her, to listen to their thoughts, to use it as preparation for what would come from the people themselves.
But she also knew, deep in her gut, that she was right. She resolved to answer their questions, but even now, before they'd answered, she knew what she would do.
She was not going to bow to these people any more. They had been stepped around for far too long. They would submit, or they would be asked to leave.
She would just have to pray they didn't get organized and join forces with the bears…
