The hallway outside the Great Hall of Lothian Manor was wide enough for a dozen men to walk abreast, and on any other evening, its vaulted ceiling and heavy tapestries might have lent it the solemn dignity that a gathering of the march's most powerful lords deserved. Tonight, however, the space felt more like a cattle pen, and Baron Loghlan Dunn was acutely aware that the bull at the center of the herd was strutting.
