King Elk Forest He is not one of us.

the soldier wanted badly to glance toward célnes, to catch her eye and let his will be known. yet he kept himself still, attentive. this time, however, his focus flicked to ravinger. the man's invitation was surprising. it was calhoun, however, the voice cutting through the din, which curled germanicus' gut silently.

the whisper from sacnite; the way she had looked. those things enough were able to place the man high in the suspicion of the guard. perhaps calhoun coveted the place of king for himself. else why had he dismissed the centurion's loyalty.

germanicus waited, muted, as the trial of the alabaster heathen seemed to unfold.