C53 The Council of Ashen Rock

The envoy’s departure stirred the camp like a dropped stone in still water.

By midday, scouts returned with news: the High Covenant had assembled near Ashen Rock, a weather-worn outpost once neutral ground for the old pacts. Now, banners flew again—black and silver, the crescent eclipsing the sun.

“They’ve called a conclave,” Dorian announced grimly, spreading his map over the supply cart