Barbut's smile stretched even wider, regarding Haldon with the insufferable, patronizing indulgence a father might offer an amusing but deeply foolish child.
Yet, Haldon's explosive entrance and the loud storming of the gates had at least served one glorious purpose: the distraction had bought precious time. High up on the shadowed staircases, a heavy clatter of iron demeanor and wool announced the arrival of the cavalry. More and more members of the Iron Anchor Faction were finally spilling into the natural amphitheater.
They flooded down the slick stone steps, storming toward their designated benches while directing their strongest, most hateful gazes entirely at the bald politician in the center of the floor.
"PERFIDY!" Haldon roared, his voice cutting through the rising tide of murmurs like a clean-cutting axe.Taking head of the arrived army.
