With everyone gathered in Old Nan's burrow, Marcel didn't waste any time on pleasantries. The nights were getting even shorter and there was too much ground to cover before they could find a place in the wilderness to hide.
If it were up to him, he wouldn't have come out on a mission like this with such a low chance of success. There had been plenty of time for the outer villages to make their decisions. Those who were willing to return to the Vale of Mists had done so. Those who hadn't returned likely never would.
But Thane knew Mistress Nyrielle better than any of them. He had been with her longer than any of her other progeny and when Nyrielle wasn't within the Vale of Mists, Thane ruled in her stead. Hearing the information Marcel's spies gathered, Thane had decisively ordered the younger vampire to take on this risky mission.
