Syrregain’s plans were coming along better than he had ever expected or hoped they would. He was not making his presence well known, but his eminence as Prince Regent of Elvinia had more than shocked the local townspeople into respecting him. Such was the way he got into the Grand Hadrana inn. Without any help from Dacak’s guards or Threann’s Arpuns. He barged in when they had arrived from Arpuni, literally shoulder his way through the door and drawing that accursed sword. They fled in fear, and those who did not were killed. No—they were more than killed: they were absolutely mutilated. |}