"It seems you've mistaken our silence for cowardice. In truth, we simply find no need to dignify the ramblings of people like you or the half-undead woman. But if you think I need to prove myself, say it plainly instead of dancing around the issue." He then tilted his head forward as a strong glint of challenge shone in his eyes. "Or would you rather keep barking from behind the safety of your table?"
Before Silver could respond, the grand doors of the chamber creaked open, drawing the attention of every beastkin present. The click of elegant shoes echoed through the hall as a figure stepped forward, draped in regal finery.
Princess Kitsara Ironfang of the dogkin people had arrived. However... She looked different than how most people present recognized her as.
