Lugh clicked his tongue in irritation.
There had to be a limit to ignorance. And there was most certainly a limit to his tolerance.
When he finally spoke, his voice was steady, but laced with a bite that cut through the idle chatter around them.
"Danger? You're asking me about danger? Perhaps the ballroom dances, the sweet cakes, and the perfumed letters have dulled your senses. But you shouldn't forget one simple fact... your country is quite literally at war."
He didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to. The weight of his words carried just enough restrained frustration, just enough authority, to quiet the circle around him.
Someone huffed and scoffed in return.
"Yeah, we know that we're in a war. What does that have to do with anything?"
The comment came from someone further down the circle, someone who hadn't waited for her turn to speak.
Sela, seated by the edge, sighed and crossed her arms. The moment the topic turned serious, no one would follow the rules anymore.
