Wolfe caught the feather and tossed it in his pocket for safekeeping while they waited to see what was going on outside. The bell was still ringing every fifteen seconds, and the sound of armoured boots was clearly heard through the castle halls.
Something big was happening, and Wolfe couldn't be sure what it was while they were stuck in a waiting room.
But on the other hand, going out would distract the guards, expose them to danger, and possibly cause even more issues as nobody knew who they were here.
Then the sounds of trumpets started, a haunting sound that echoed through the stone of the building, as if the magic of the horn was calling to the ground itself.
"We need to get the hell out of here." Dana and Rail announced at the same time.
"What is it? Do you recognize that horn?" Wolfe asked.
