The Sentinels the mordant liquor of tears

Round 3 (last round) will end Thursday, March 3rd

they were upset with him; his jaw clenched, and no more words were spoken. after a moment, lasher gathered himself to his paws and glanced over the gathering, wishing he could say what it was that would put their hearts and their minds at ease. 

yet he only nodded once. "thank you for joining me here." the dismissal was clear; he would remain as he was if any member of donnelaith wished to speak again.