C49 Voices Beneath Stone

The woman’s eyes did not waver.

Her people fanned outward, circling the moot-ring with careful precision. Though they bore no banners, their movements spoke of deep practice and long-forged trust. Every step echoed lightly on the flagstones.

Evelyne kept her stance open.

“I am Evelyne of Calthera,” she said clearly, her voice steady and true