The hall fell silent once more. Maxwell gave a nod in reply to the command as Hyman leaned back and let out a deep breath. Everyone looked at one another, wondering who would speak first in the silence. The only person who didn't seem affected by it was Roderick, who leaned against a nearby support beam with a thin smile that was impossible to understand.
Finally, someone spoke. Standing up, a young man with black hair and eyes, wearing a blank expression, strolled forward, a sigil of a red hand on his back. "Your Grace." The young Lord Limb said with an equally emotionless tone to his face, "There is one thing we can do before the King gives us information." Hyman leaned forward, happy that one of his men was finally willing to speak.
