Bearclaw Valley When your footsteps conquer the street

The silver-tipped boy thought perhaps he'd made a mistake, but any question of that was hammered to certainty when the summoned man came.  The first thing that caught Ashlar was the ruined hole upon the man's face.  Ashlar had never seen such a clear depiction of violence, and he stared immediately, caught by the horror and nausea it envoked in him.  Immediately Ashlar's tail tucked lower and he gaped, unable to explain anything while he took in this "leader".

A....Ashlar.  By some miracle, he managed to stutter out a name.  He had the strange feeling, somewhere, that he was being mocked.  But that feeling was so buried under trepidation that he could do nothing about it.  He'd gotten himself into this mess by stupidly asking the man a question; now he was bound to remain and hear the resolution.