King Ishtun’s head instinctively snapped towards the annoying murmur that had been infectiously spread among the present guards around the hall, interrupting the heated conversation that the Guider and the other chiefs had been immersed in as they tried to reconcile the smartest course of action with the safest one.
The ruckus had attracted his attention enough for him to pause mid-sentence, his eyes searching for the noise’s origins and landing on the shivering strangely dressed woman that Teranha and Jogru were carefully carrying inside.
It was not the appearance of her clothes that made it look odd, but rather the array of said attire and the lack of other essential garments on her.
Even if she was wearing a large cap covering the entirety of her head and thick trousers on her leg
