"PARLEY!", the booming voice of the Witch Finder resonated through the ruined hall of the Great Library....."PARLEY!", its authority bringing the swirling melee to a sudden halt.
'Bob' pulled Eric to his feet and watched as Eric rested his head against the barricaded door to stop the room spinning. "Go on" Eric said in his young voice "Eh....... I mean GO ON!" he repeated mimicking the former Lord Crashhart.
"Crashhart I've heard your nothing but bluster and a thrusting cod piece, BUT even a fool like you must recognise the threat of the approaching undead. Further bloodshed will only weaken our bands further for the approaching scavengers!"
Eric took a deep breath and was thankful the door blocked anyone seeing his hands shaking so badly he could barely keep hold of his sword "So what do you propose, Lord Witchfinder?".
Both Warbands awaited Shannow's response with bated breath. . . . .
|The calm before the storm?|