Edge waited.

Time passed and the chairs below were almost all full. Looking through his stone around his neck he saw everything from high in the sky. The banquet seemed rich in variety, just as the represented nations were. Many had come, small fief leaders from among the dagger spires and great warriors and peacemakers from the larger central kingdoms. 

His eyes passed over the Sephi who sat, the only one that hadn't touched any of the food. He looked tense. 

The Templar. He sat upright, proper and military. Though he did seem transfixed by someone opposite him.

Kial was flying too high and too far south for Edge to make them out. But they were demonic, that was for sure, the Ashalumnia flag stood waving in the wind by their side. 

A short sharp whistle and Kial landed on a tall wooden pole that stood by the entrance to the meeting hall, moving the stone into his beak so that the entire table was visible to Edge through its sister. Demonic perhaps yes, but the female that sat opposite the Templar was most definitely human, and had a look in her eye that Edge had seen far too many times before. Bloodlust.

A brief moment of shock ran over Edge as he recognised an old colleague. The last time Edge had seen Jari they were both fighting off two mountain ogres that had stumbled across the caravan they were guarding. After that job they parted company, he remembers respecting Jari's speed in battle, as well as his feral nature. 

Curios what his old friend was doing here, Edge quickly wrote a note on a parchment that lay on the table in the centre of the tower, and with aimed precision, threw it hard. The paper streaked through the air, fitting neatly into the gap between Jari's hand and his sword handle. 

Perhaps he had more help here than he thought.

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