An entire army laid in wait. They were hid in households, the Brichandor mansion, the various tents, the general goods store, the barracks, and hidden drop gates that were located in the middle of the market area just under the ground.
The night sky had settled in. Not one cloud was present, so Psiron, not quite at its peak, gave the entire village enough light that the multiple torches were nearly unnecessary.
As the hours ticked down to minutes, a small crowd of soldiers disguised as civilians began to gather around in a small congregation to "witness" Zaatri's awakening.
Bruhom kept an eye on Psiron. He soon had a devilish grin on his face when he saw that only five minutes remained until he would have to face the music.
Sehaela was amongst the crowd of the disguised guards. She had her hand on her collapsed staff as she kept her eyes glued on Zaatri as she shook nervously in the center of the crowd.
