"Haven't you waited long enough?" Lorryll pressed, his voice dropping even lower. "Shouldn't you do something? Otherwise, that woman Cleora will be long gone."
The name caused Eude's jaw to clench visibly. The desire in his eyes flickered for a moment thinking about her. He had been waiting for the barony to finish its construction, as he had ulterior motives.
So, he didn't say anything.
They reached the outer premises of the temple, the massive gokraums now looming directly overhead, casting long shadows across the processional way. The carved figures along the pillars seemed to watch their approach with knowing stone eyes.
Eude scoffed, clearly uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation in such a public setting. "Enough about me," he deflected.
"What are you going to do about the brat?"
Lorryll's face darkened at the question. The "brat" they referred to was Jolthar.
