They stared at each other strangely in the corridor, their eyes locked in contact. None of them broke it. At last Dayel broke the silence “You have done your move, Now its my turn.” His voice echoed through the corridor, His cape majestically swept Lord Arran as Dayel headed down the corridor.
Arran called after him with but a worrying echo “What of your Wife my Lord? Will the Towers hit her straight or will the Priests get her from her back.”. Dayel gave him a deathly stare and left without a word.