It was late when Lydia finally got back to the inn. Gerald was sitting in the main hall and was surrounded by people who were continuously pestering him with questions. She didn't mind, since it was exactly what she had been doing for the entire day, and she hoped to avoid many more (especially since they were not overly happy with some of the answers).
The Wizards had been especially harsh, especially since many of the noble houses no longer let them into their councils and were openly questioning the Wizard's pick for the next queen of Thorns. But the houses who still allowed them in were still to be reckoned with…
