"Now,
Please ask your questions."
Kael spoke as he stared at the crowd.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Ten thousand people stood in the cold, staring at him as if the air itself had turned into glass. A few opened their mouths, then closed them again. Some looked at the Elders on the platform. Some looked at Morvain. Some turned in the direction of the quarter that had been assigned to the Stonefangs, as if they could already see ghosts walking through its streets.
Kael didn't move either, he didn't glare at anyone, neither did he threaten them. He could tell that these people were hesitating, probably because of what he had done today, or maybe because they were overwhelmed. There could be many reasons, but the fact remained the same—
People were hesitating, which might be a good thing since the fewer the questions, the faster he could move on, but—
Kael wasn't a tyrant.
