But Fervor had just finished speaking when Grainger spoke up with a deep frown on his face as he stared in his direction with a domineering gaze.
"Who the hell are you, and how did you get in?" he snapped, jumping to his feet with a furious expression on his face, about to gesture to his head of guards, who stood beside him, to step forward when Fervor, who still had a stone-cold expression on his face, simply stepped forward closer to the table to take a seat like he hadn't been spoken to.
This infuriated Grainger beyond words, and the other lords, whose aura was starting to intensify, especially since it was clear that they were prepared to attack at any moment. Especially Grainger, who had been ignored.
But such thoughts were still flashing in their minds when they suddenly heard a clacking sound against the table as they watched Fervor toss something on it—a token they all understood the meaning of, since each of them had one.
