By unspoken accord, the three men shifted their positions so that Baron Marmion could be shielded from most prying eyes. Whatever else, they could not afford to be seen panicking or showing even a hint of disunity. Baron Harmin then clamped a warm, gentle hand over his peer's shoulder.
"From all that I've heard, Arnicans shore each other up whenever necessary. There's a clear necessity for that now—I'm sure someone else would take the reins soon."
Through a stroke of luck, after he'd shifted his stance, Leal was once again facing the Royal Tomb's doorway. It was in those moments that the person he'd been watching out for finally exited, and, as expected, she wasn't alone.
"Oh, my…" he absently heard Viscount Renard beside him breathe out. "That image is surely worth a portrait or three.
