Eliron took a deep breath.
"One of you in this room is a traitor…."
The room was silent as he let them feel the sheer weight of his words. A traitor in a circle as close as this was a threat to the very foundations of the barony.
This meant that vital information about the estate could be leaked at any time. In the grueling, deadly world of kingdoms and lords, there were always nobles more than ready to capitalize on secrets.
The baron's gaze hardened and he took some time to glance at every one of his men. From
The butler, to the guards, down to the last man.
Then his gaze stopped on Eliron.
"Lord Eliron, I appreciate your willingness to help me get to the bottom of this issue. But what you have just said is an insult to the men seated here, and as a result an insult to me."
He paused for a brief second. "Do you have any proof to back up your accusations?"
Eliron smiled.
'Typical.'
