"I suspect this rot has spread from your leadership. Tell me about those in the council. Do you even know how it was formed?" Arin's voice cut through the air like a well-aimed dagger. "Tell me in detail. I want to see everything through your eyes!"
"I be not worthy, my lord, but I will try!" Lohan's voice trembled, tears streaming down his face.
"As the messengers, blessed be they, guided us, a council of six was forged in the fires of destiny. A magnificent council of the six youngest children, chosen by fate.
When a new child is born, the elder is cast out from the council, facing the choice of self-sacrifice by the next new moon or taking the life of a heathen with their own hand."
"Again, a deviation from my guideline!" Arin's voice dripped with feigned discontent. "Go on!"
"How be it possible, me lord? Sister Hayla be the chosen one by yer messengers, may a thousand blessin's rain upon 'em.
