As Dean and Carl stood at the center of the village chief's grand hall, they couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The hall itself exuded an air of solemnity, with a blazing circle of fire adorning its borders, casting a flickering glow across the surroundings.
Lady Aethelwyn stood behind them, her wrists bound in shackles, adding to the tension in the room. The trio's eyes remained fixed on the village chief, who sat in silence, his gaze piercing and cold. To his right stood Amara's father, a prominent figure in the village, ready to address the gathering.
Breaking the silence, Amara's father cleared his throat, capturing the attention of all present. His voice resonated with authority and wisdom as he began to speak.
